Remembering Old Joe

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsELQHY6RNA&feature=youtu.be

She stopped at the spot

The car left the road:

Skid-marks on the highway,

Flowers on the shoulder,

Near the rumpled-crumpled guardrail.

Someone plugged a cross

A foot into the ground,

Marking the location,

Old Joe took

His last, deep, earthly breath.

The cross was plain wood,

Scribbles scattered on its face:

“We love you & miss you.”

“Thinking of you! ALWAYS!!!”

“Do not go gentle into that good night.”

Someone placed a poster

To the left of the cross.

Who knows why?

Impulse, maybe.

An existential overture, perhaps.

“I should leave something,”

she thought. “Something special.”

To remember Old Joe.

So she put a red solo cup 

On top of the fresh wooden cross.