A Friday Spring Morning.

Prison white trainers
Escape from winter hibernation
To step out on to sunny streets.
Spring is in the air
And in my step.
Even the rubbish looks fresh.

As the sun’s rays gently massage
The warmth back into my bones
I become invigorated.
And leaping over the dog mess
Like a young Astaire
I bounce to the bus stop.

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