On Patrol
The patrol officer rides by
As I’m standing in the soup line
Like I’m headed to purgatory
I treat homelessness like a short sentence
Just do it and get it over with
Sometimes, she patrols without a bike,
Even without her black shades, her
steel blue eyes carry authority
I look at her as she rides by
again and I smile at her, not to mock her
authority, but just to imagine If she was
just a woman
Maybe just riding around in the
Park, showing off her legs
I imagine her wearing her hair down,
Maybe in a sundress and sandals,long legs
shiny with suntan oil, breasts braless yet tasteful
she rides by me again, as I wait in line to go to dinner
she looks at me through her dark shades
She’ll never admit it, but she
Smiled