I had a summons for jury duty. I get mixed emotions about serving. I want to be represented but at the same time I don’t want to pass judgment.
Walking to the building I saw the pealing paint. I thought of layers. Layers of paint. Layers of society. Complicated layers of society.
I see the bus with the inmates. I feel bad. They all have unique journeys. Some were undoubtedly very troubled. What could I do to help?
I looked away. Wishing I wasn’t there. Almost anywhere but there. About 1 and 1/2 hours later, I get my wish. I’m gone.
See the pealing paint
On the way to jury room
Can’t judge, I’m let go