traffic cop

the policeman in his winter
blues, his helmet
white as ice,
his white gloves
whirling
as he directs traffic
in the middle
of the road, his whistle
stuck in
his pursed lips,
the red cheeks blowing
out, barking
orders, to go go go.
or stop. his waving
hand so helpful,
forceful.
his life so simple.
getting everyone
through unharmed,
uncluttered by
indecision, what's right
or wrong.