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Nice one. I like the floating symbolic field it generates, or is it a stripped down surrealism? a bit of confusion for me in line 6 tho'. Is the glass stopped because the car is, and piquant as it is, why 'unmarked'? "cos it's an unmarked cop car? The heftiness of the feet the feet image is great (socratic?). I feel like the officer is going to ask "How did I get here again?" Enoyed it; thanks Cheers, Russell Thought I'd post this new poem to the list. best wishes Anthony ............................ A Policeman Revealing Extremes of Emotion in Peak Hour Traffic He was in the passenger seat, which may well have another name in Law Enforcement parlance like _Buzz Box_ or _The Worry Zone_. I could tell that he was energised, with blood in his face, his hands animated between the shaded eyes and stopped, unmarked glass. Was he furious or happy beyond the call of duty, caught out with his head thrown back - weeping disguised as laughter at the pressures of the day? I was curious and so followed them through crossroads and changes of lane so tight they were met with yelled abuse and a backing section of horns. The blue sedan pulled over to get its bearings or receive a crackle of demands from the dash. It was when both men turned and leaned across their arms to look at me that my hand came up involuntarily, and I waved, and made a sound like confession under duress. The cop who¹d cried or laughed got out and capped himself, then walked to my window, and tapped on the glass. I lied that I was happy, and in love. He looked at his feet as I talked.