it is a nice day

your radar
detector is broken.
you
misjudge your speed.
your foot
is heavy
against the pedal
as you
drive fast
along the clear
highway.
you don't see
the trooper in
his shades his
serious mask of duty
pinned to
his heard it all
face.
I'm sorry, you say.
as you roll down
the window
and hand him your
license and
registration. it
was such a nice day.
wait in the car
he says,
then comes back with
a warning.
be careful he says,
like your father
might, but he's young,
much younger
than him, much
younger than you,
much kinder too,
it is a nice day.