bottle drop

it was more of a lob than a swing
with the delicate grace of a slo pitcher, he swiftly swung his arm back and then
like a pendulum in mid-motion, he lobbed forward and released
the bottle soared- with wings and patience
as though guided by lasers - glass bottle and glass windshield met, marbling then took full effect
with the splash of the crash the chase is reborn
flex is now fury
the engine in our old, foreign, little bus came to life with a shrill whine
we awkwardly shifted lanes, without sunlight or dry ground to ease our travel
our pursuers steadfastly followed suit, the draft from their new opening surely providing enough chill to keep them alert
as the memory before the lob is foggy, so too are the memories that follow
there were no police chases or hospital visits this time
we all must have had our horseshoes firmly inserted that night