Cloudy With a Chance of Conscience

They go into the maze

captives

A random city’s sampling

Waylaid parolees.

Then, at once, overlapping

gush out, in silence.

Coughed - into the street.

She sits quietly

flattened cardboard

Cup in hand, straining to hear.

Brakes, doors opening  

the cages.

Pockets, passing by - 

coins - hurry - jingle.

Mary sits calmly

Perceiving her nobility.

                                                                 Steph