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  William Doreski

From the Police Log



His Harley toppled
       in the street,
He’s grinning
       like a gas range.
No bones busted,
       the bruises
Spidering blue
       on the shoulder
His expression
       An angel’s,
A drunken angel’s,
       and the two
Cops have to laugh.

 

 

 




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