The Ticket

The blue and red shook me straight

Broke my gaze and brought my brows together

Tightly

Shit

The road was narrow one lane each way

Still he flipped the siren and cursing I pulled to the curb

Closely

Parked behind my mirror showed his bike

Showed his posture and his pose

Aggressive

My day was going to be ruined I felt it

A deep breath didn’t calm my anger

Bubble

More then one they poured through my open window

They cascaded onto the dash with abandon

Pop

Pop

Pop

License and registration I barely paid attention

My gaze beyond the uniform to the school just there

Children

Small and loud and lining the fence

Shouting, waving no more than toddlers

Watching

Their teacher held a blue whale a machine

Spouting forth gallons of prismed spheres

Everywhere

He walked away to finalize my failure as a driver

And I heard the toddlers cheer and scream

Hero

More bubbles crashed into my faux leather seat

Contrasting my anger with small pop pop pops

Ridiculous

A small wave from their idol sent babies a tumbling

You have a nice day sir and lay off that gas

Ok

A moment to regain myself and my thoughts

To roll up the window before more bubbles went

Pop