Nicely done Peggy - this one had me sitting on the edge of my chair.
A few thoughts --Doing sixty,
I almost miss the exit.
[I] wind
ing round the ramp
[and]
I find myself
in a dark, derelict neighborhood
on a dead end street.
I've tried a slight change in L 2/3 so that 'I' is not repeated so close together.
I'm loving all the 'd' sounds at the end of this stNight's blackness
fills the skeletal sepulchers
of once inhabited houses.
The winter wind whips litter
in my headlight beams.
I shouldn't be here.
In the rearview mirror
I see the flashing lights
of a police cruiser.
I put on my brakes
and quickly check the door locks.
A uniformed policeman
walks up to my window.
I inch it down a bit.
Perhaps this could me more concise
In the rearview mirror
a police cruiser's flashing lights
make me brake. "What are you doing here?"
[he asks.]
"I must have taken
the wrong exit
off the toll road.
I'm lost."
"Bad place to be
this time of night!
Follow me."
"Thank you!"
I reply
with a deep sigh
of relief.
I'm relieved there is a happy ending here
Snow