The bus idles on the side of the road
I know what’s coming:
bodies in fluorescent vests,
and colored and doing time.
Hand Cop lounges by the bus.
doesn’t have to wear a vest.
Trash flies from an open window.
don’t look up. There is no temptation.
The G-Man wants to know if you can tell a story in 55 words. It's supposed to be fiction. Maybe it is.