Fleeting Consequences

A crumpled ticket, a memory sticks,

reminder of haste, of carelessness tricks.

I found it beneath where the dust gathered thick,

a soft breeze lifts it, a momentary flick.

Twenty dollars for parking, no reason to weep,

yet it sits heavy, like promises we keep.

As wind chases papers, so time slips away,

what’s fleeting is weighty, in our fray.

A glance at the clock, as I head for my car,

a lesson learned, as I’ve come from afar.