{"id":2700,"date":"2022-10-25T18:21:21","date_gmt":"2022-10-25T22:21:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/?page_id=2700"},"modified":"2022-11-02T11:30:57","modified_gmt":"2022-11-02T15:30:57","slug":"the-incident","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/poetry-archive\/the-incident\/","title":{"rendered":"The Incident"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 2\">\n<div class=\"section\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-2657 size-medium\" src=\"http:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2022\/10\/Out-of-Focus_Matteo-Modica-300x199.jpg\" alt=\"An out of focus shot from the street of NYC.\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2022\/10\/Out-of-Focus_Matteo-Modica-300x199.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2022\/10\/Out-of-Focus_Matteo-Modica-1024x678.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2022\/10\/Out-of-Focus_Matteo-Modica-768x509.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2022\/10\/Out-of-Focus_Matteo-Modica-1536x1017.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/blogs.ubalt.edu\/welter\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/1188\/2022\/10\/Out-of-Focus_Matteo-Modica-2048x1356.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2>The Incident<\/h2>\n<p>by Agelos Berios<\/p>\n<p>Our first night out the trooper arrested me when following<br \/>\nYou back to your place on the suspicion of driving unlawfully<\/p>\n<p>Drunk. I had my doubts, but I told him I was not intoxicated<br \/>\nWith alcohol, but his suspicions were fueled by the ice on the<\/p>\n<p>Ground, the winter breeze of the Rockies and mainly love<br \/>\nAnd longing. He thought even worse when I said all that<\/p>\n<p>And had me blow under, half a dozen times. When driving<br \/>\nMe back to my car along with the apologies he asked me<\/p>\n<p>How long we were together, and I said first date tonight.<br \/>\nI saw him giving me a sideways look, but the prior conversation<\/p>\n<p>Had established our boundaries of sanity. If only he knew<br \/>\nWhen I interviewed him on the way to the testing center<\/p>\n<p>And said that if drunk they would keep me until late morning,<br \/>\nI had already cursed him silently because the possibility<\/p>\n<p>Not to be with you that night would be devastating like<br \/>\nThe fire with the good flames that mesmerizes you and<\/p>\n<p>You should put out, but you want it all on a while longer<br \/>\nTo talk to you in all the bright colors and warm sounds<\/p>\n<p>A fire like that makes. I felt bad for the young cop<br \/>\nAnd his agony and wanting to make him feel better<\/p>\n<p>I let him in, on the wisdom of my grandmother\u2019s poetry<br \/>\nAnd the philosophy of my ancestors. I told him<\/p>\n<p>That anticipating love is just as fine of an ecstasy<br \/>\nAs love itself, when it comes on like fire, and he could not<\/p>\n<p>Hide the smile. He immediately offered an apology<br \/>\nAnd asked for a favor since I knew his commander,<\/p>\n<p>An older, high-ranking civil servant I\u2019d met over eggs and coffee<br \/>\nAt a friend\u2019s place a few months prior, where we hit it off.<\/p>\n<p>The trooper questioned why I did not say anything earlier,<br \/>\nAnd with a raised eyebrow stared what if. I shrugged it off.<\/p>\n<p>I did not ask him if I looked drunk. Maybe I did for all the<br \/>\nReasons I offered, or maybe it was my car\u2019s broken<\/p>\n<p>Bumper\u2014you don\u2019t expect that on a nice leased car\u2014maybe it was<br \/>\nMy borrowed suit or long hair, maybe my accent or all of the above.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 3\">\n<div class=\"section\">\n<div class=\"column\"><span class=\"x_contentpasted0\"><b>Agelos Berios<\/b><\/span><span class=\"x_contentpasted0\">\u00a0(@AgelosBerios) is a Toronto-born, Canadian-American poet and entrepreneur of Greek descent. He lives, works, and writes in South Florida.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; The Incident by Agelos Berios Our first night out the trooper arrested me when following You back to your place on the suspicion of driving unlawfully Drunk. 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