5150


I didn’t know until yesterday that April was Poetry Month. I don’t like designating months for this or that, still I wrote this poem last week, “5150,” which refers to a section of California law that allows police to take into custody a person acting weirdly.

My poetry is developed while I drive, usually on long stretches of freeway with nothing to look at. Some people sing in cars, I yell out stuff. I usually forget to write the rants down, but when I do, Bingo!

5150

Out on the highway
A 5150 screams
Something about Jesus.

In a field a boy
Chases fast moving clouds
Pulling an army of shadows
Silently across hills,
Gently onto cars.
Imprisoned drivers
On cell phones,
Inconvenienced
Watch the boy,
Arms out like wings,
Drifting
To a flashing red light,
Officer handcuffing,
5150 snarling
Boy fleeing
Arms down until there is nothing
But the distant bark of a dog
And the scent of a spent cornfield.

2 responses to “5150”

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    Julie Hoffman

    “Wierdly” – a kind way of saying “a danger to him/herself or others”?

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