531 – Chase

Red and blue flashes
Shining in the mirrors,
Roaring engines slicing
Thru the desert.

You can’t run forever,
At least you’re not supposed to.
But you can give a good chase,
For a long time.

More wailing sirens
Join the chasing pack.
They want the road?
Let them have it…

The desert is your home.

Sand crunches loudly
As a two wheeled
Red and black streak
Abruptly shuns the pavement.

By the time the dust settles
You’re long gone.

The flashing lights
Die in the distance.

Death may ride on swift wings,
But not quick enough to catch you.

At least…

Not yet.

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