I drove too fast that day

Maybe it was the school bus
The long minutes spent
waiting for that new driver
to pull out into the intersection

Knowing that across town,
another town
I should be getting my own kids
off another school bus

Maybe it was
my scattered thoughts
how I kept thinking
about what I should have said

To the friend
in the house
in the neighborhood
back there

A woman who was dying
but had answered the door
with a smile
on her face

Maybe after that
I needed to talk
to the nice young officer
with his laser gun
to feel alive

Whatever the reason
this ticket is for you
my friend

As if I could pay
your way
As if you ever
had a debt
to be cleared.

  • LINDA SANDS

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