Ten Min

you

in a place that's grey and cool with no shoes

no blues, no guilt and no rules

no speeches and nerves and no snooze

no expectations, judgments just cake and eat too

boundaries just crossed and in print

words are the path to exit

clear the mind of the explicit

turn the path back toward the legit

and watch face move from smile to surprise and then squint

keep swinging to exhaust the bullpen

wave and say goodbye, friend

sleep, wake then start all again