Theme: Justice

On A Technicality

A policeman stopped me the other day
on a technicality, for not wearing
a seat-belt; or it seemed to me just then
to constitute.  He had whittled it down
to the precise offence, penalty code,
and issued a ticket, a thirty pound
fine: and asked me if I had anything
to say: No?  'None' he straightway filled the space.
It was I who wished him, 'Good day.'  He left.

The after-shock to my integrity
was slow to dissipate: much more than this,
the possibility it needn't have
occurred, the torment the precision of
timing that made our paths to coincide.
A previous unrelated incident
meshed, not without some shade of its denial.
Unkindness.  In my hand the ticket weighed.
It was a sweet act, something made in heaven.


More By  :  R. D. Ashby

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