Police Chase

The settling came like
a nocturnal angel, pressing
her thighs against the night.
We were sitting in the car,
like repressed crickets,
as the flashlight waved
through glass windows,
an act as shields of a knight.
The rain was dripping,
eyes were swaying,
right to left, and as he
walked the line,
we were free to drive,
to the ends of time -

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