next door to a cop.
a big
rotund man
with a smile and a red
face.
a good dad,
a good son.
i don't think in thirty years
he ever
had to use a gun.
he parked his patrol
car
in front of his house,
which kept
the mischief down.
it was a mixed neighborhood
of white
and black,
brown.
a small Ellis Island if you will.
sometimes he'd wave
when he passed by
with a cup
of coffee,
walking his dog.
we were so glad to have
him around.
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