National Poetry Month #20

Hey Sheriff,
No Action

You a deputy or a real deal sheriff?
You a stand in or the actual actor?
No blind spot, just the curve.
One’s willingness for pause
Then a super pulse. A real stupor, that.
Why the sirens? Better yet,
Shelf duty. Car patrol curbside.
A day’s calling, one-man parade,
no one there but you, beyond verbs.

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