of party
lights
going round and round
on the cop
car behind me.
his siren
going off like a corral
of bovines
screaming in
the farmyard.
is it me
he wants?
apparently not
as i slide
to the side to pullover.
i wave to him
as he speeds bye.
it would be nice to be
wanted,
at least once.
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