A long day. "You failed
to stop." I want a second
I am "Sir" and he
is "Officer". This fear --
can it be his?
On the steering wheel,
hands turn blue...red...blue.... The cop
takes his sweet time.
In the last haiku, I'm sitting in my car waiting for him, in
his car, behind mine, to complete his paper work and radio work.
Meanwhile, the lights on top of his car are flashing like Times
Square, strobing the world (including my hands on the steering wheel)
into a red and blue flicker.