Did you think yourself a pirate to where would you sail?
You thought to avoid the armadas?
With whom could you bargain?
Guess hope is a quality hit the gas.
Against all odds you hope to prevail.
Guess if you have nothin else to lose.
Sad when you can see the desperation in their eyes.
Or is it a choice to burn out and not fade away?
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Keeter C (
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Don’t read to much into it. Just police chases.
Oh, now you've upped the ante.
A poem of imagined adventure mixed with a bit of fantasy. Serious questions are asked. Nicely written
Thank you.
You are very welcome
Police chases, eh? My favorite was the late-ish night a motorcycle came through the lonely intersection we were perched on one corner of, stopped and turned into the darkness, a cruiser in hot pursuit, then a second and third, shortly thereafter. The motorcyclist came through again sans them and then they did. In the morning we heard the report which said they used a helicopter to get him since he sadly took off on foot into the woods, if I recall, and they got him when he emerged. Thanks for dredging that memory. Prettily rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Interesting and you’re welcome.
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