9 P.M. Adrenaline

October 19, 2011
9 P.M. Adrenaline
9:01--the sun setting.
“2205, 2203, 2204, we got a call for a 10-16 at Spencer Court.”
Within seconds the car reaches 50 mph, 60 mph, 70mph
“2205, we are 10-8 to the scene with code 3.”
I flip the lights, and sounded the sirens

The trees blur
past us
as we build to 120 mph
down the roads.
The flashing of blue, white, and red
swirls beyond
the people on the sidewalk,
and cars honk at others,
paving the way for us.

The cops came rushing in the court like a
flying jet.
The car doors flew open;
we rushed out with our hands
on the gun.

The bloody battle grew upon
the couple
like a wild forest fire.
We yelled commands and she didn’t listen
we threw her down on the cold hard cement
like a football player who got a TOUCHDOWN!

9:50 p.m. It became dark.
The lights brightened up the subdivision court as if the sun was near us.
The neighbors came outside to see what was going on.

Click, Click
the cold silver handcuffs,
her cry was a cry in pain
as we put her in the car.
“2205 we are 10-7 now”

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