Cars rolls in,

dry and shining.

In the heat,

they sparkle like doves.

Hands we shake,

as do chains and keys.

Into gear

and I’m somebody else

Smells: sweet, cool;

I transcend on up

and the smoke

on my lips, is borrowed.

Crimes fall by,

under wheels they die,

all at once

I’m complicit in fury.

I return,

unscathed. Nod and smile,

then I’m gone

and stand, waiting for duty.


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