Copcam by Katy Wareham Morris

I am not a silent poet

I watched a video of a guy on an evening bike ride. A ride to clear his head from the stresses of the day. To relieve the pressure. He was cycling and circling around his neighbourhood, the familiar streets.
Confident in the twists, turns and bends –
he knew what was coming so he weaved
and sometimes he’d sprint, but mainly
he’d just pedal a couple of times and
…………let the chain and the wheels turn.
………………….Freewheeling

He takes a turn and sees orange light ahead. He’s stands up and stretches his neck. His white t-shirt stands out clearly against the silky-crow-feather night,
his face cloaked by winged shadow.
He tries to see the trouble, hoping it’s not
………his cousin,
………his nephew,
………not even his hot-dog guy
in the latest choke hold. He watches another guy getting flattened by seven other guys.
………It’s hard…

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