Free roaming scientists

When the lab is closed
The rules relax
And your hands rest.
You can follow your hunger
And do the alcohol.
There controlled world is far,
Time is a new canvas.

Job interview

You threw your ball
To the distracted crowd
And wait now for it
To be in the air
Again.
It flies back to you
Sometimes covering the reassuring sun
Covered in possibilities and maybes.
Catch.

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