Touch and Go

I hear my car calling to me, and I feel the need for speed. I walk outside and open the car door to get into my driver’s seat. I start up the car up, and I pull out of my driveway, heading towards my exit. I touched the pedal too hard, and now my speed has gone too far. I touch the brake, but it is far too late. I see the lights, the flashing of the blue and red. I watch him approach with my head hanging low. I listen to his words about how I have taken advantage of the road. I throw away my pride, for there was no reason for my crime I reach for the paper, the record of my wrong. I look onward, knowing one day I will have to confront my fine before long. I pick my head up, touch the pedal, and continue to go along. Touch and Go. 4/6/2021 Donna Moody