Thirteen lines of free verse in memory of my "late" automobile. Call it "An Ode to an Accident."
Running late to work,
Unlicensed, undocumented driver,
Physical and emotional pain,
X-rays! Doctors! MRI!
Neck sprain, bruises, swelling,
Two days off from work,
Unending visits to physical therapy,
Ball of nerves when driving,
Car is no more,
But I am still here..