The day diminished.
Dusk dwelled.
The darkness deepened.
It was a good night,
a quiet night.
I had two blue sheets
in the sergeant's in-box.
I blacked out and sat
at an empty intersection
when a car blew through the stop.
I hit the overheads,
threw the prowler in gear.
The car did not stop.
It went faster.
I hit the sirens:
stepped on the gas.
It blew through the next stop,
turned right and right again.
The radio was busy.
I was in pursuit.
The car anchored it.
Driver's door opened.
I blocked in the car,
PIT bumper to driver's side
passenger door
as the bad guy bailed out.
I scrambled out to intercept him.
Pants pissed, shorts soiled,
he decided he wanted to talk.
I let him
after he was cuffed and stuffed.