Police Aware Poem by Adrian Cox

Police Aware



Police Aware

On a roundabout
in the middle
where a flower bed should be
an old battered car
appears in the early hours of Sunday,
via two black skid marks
pointing the way
up curb stone
before ploughing through dirt.
It came to stop.
It stopped for weeks
labeled.

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Adrian Cox

Adrian Cox

Lincoln England
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