last friday morning i agreed
to work so my friend could
go to her kids' valentine's parties
i left the house,
then i couldn't remember if i unplugged
the flat iron,
then headed out again.
i drove past a policeman
who had some other poor schmuck
i kept going.
i was just driving my normal way,
not speeding at all,
or so i thought.
soon the lights were in my rear view mirror.
i thought he was going past me to catch
a bad guy.
so i pulled over a bit,
and he did too.
he asked for my license and registration,
proof of insurance.
surely i'll get a warning, i thought.
as soon as he sees what a squeaky clean
driver i am!
he walked back up, handed me the ticket
"slow down ma'am."
and walked away.
that was all.
no time for excuses.
i guess i do need to slow down.
wiped out all the hours i had worked that week,
on the way home i tried to go the speed limit.
and every day since then i have gone no more
than 5 miles over.
it is torture!
and everyone behind me hates me a lot.
a whole lot.
but he was right,
i was speeding,
thinking about other things.
so i will pay my fine,
and try, try, to slow down a bit.
kicking down the cobblestones.