Thunderbolt. by Doc Sigerson

The white flash blitzes the intersection

to catch the scofflaw in the very act.

A fine is levied and a notice sent

to the vehicle owner of record.

One day my wife unsealed an envelope

and she withdrew a grainy photograph.

Frozen in a moment of distraction

behind the wheel I sit with jaunty grin.

In my eye gleams a spark and beside me 

my girlfriend with her unseen hand at work.

Drive too cautiously and you cannot help 

but hit every red light on your route.

Doc Sigerson lives in the Seattle area. He is a military veteran, works in retail, and leads a sedate life. He has had the wonderful fortune of having his published work disappear when online sites lose their domain rights and the terrific good luck to have his printed work fade to obscurity when those publishers would rather buy cannabis than cough up contributor copies.