ready

young steps around the corner,

cold

black coffee exuding

blazing exhilaration,

a jumpsuit of sorts

bouncing off my bed.

And dreaming of mud,

even my sneakers sniggered:

“Come in,

I’ve always hoped to be ready

for the unexpected.”

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