Mr. Officer

Highway driver between the lines of the driver’s lane

bouncing from line to line

with the sway of the hips in the rolling sea

never did I cross into the oncoming lane

or find the wheel off the shoulder

but out they are looking to serve the drunk driver

an overnight stay and fines to boot

blue lights in the mirror a site for disaster

I had only been drinking

fresh cool well water from my glass jar

to my house I was released

not being served an overnight stay at their place

or fines to keep them open

but they still get my tax dollar.

About billiescauldron

I am in transition. I see myself as a Spiritual Writer and as such my blog will slowly change with me still holding tight to being in the garden as a child loving my teacher.
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