Drive By - Poem by Brett Rogers
A rusted-sounding Cadillac or Impala
Whizzed then rumbled
From stop sign to openness,
Southbound through my 10th St. neighborhood.
I thought there might be gunshots
West Central Wisconsin)
As I, alone, stood -
Stepped out my cigarette,
Offered my back to the street,
And entered through my apartment door,
Pausing at least a heavy breath or two,
As the car clicked parallel.
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