Larry D. Thomas

Larry D. Thomas    

The Police Officer

Looking down

onto the spit-shined

sheen of my boots,

I see not eyes

but dark sunglasses.

My right hand hovers

near the grip of my gun.

I abandoned my heart

as a rookie, learning

to regard it as nothing

but a muscle. My soul

resides in the white-

knuckled grip of my fist.

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