Their darting eyes and sweaty backs
prisoners' anticipation
The humid air embraces them
Hopeful for their liberation
His jailbreak plan is under way
In hazy light's illumination
See there, hiding in the shadows
Could he be their hoped salvation?
Their hearts beat in rhythm with his
Time slows, dilated with motion
sneaking, now sprinting. He kicks the
can into joyful eruption
Breathless laughter and squeals of joy
Paired with freedom's exclamation
The clink, rattle and scrape of a
coke can dry of all its potion