Yesterday my son packed the Honda Civic
and headed to The Girlfriend’s house
I was feeling a bit sentimental about it because dads do that
I got a call about an hour later
“Dad!” uh oh I knew there was a problem “I’ve been in an accident”
Are you okay?
“I hit a car on the freeway ’cause the traffic stopped and I couldn’t”
my 18 year old son’s red Civic hit a 20-something girl’s blue Civic
I’d be upset but the irony of it
the cosmic perfection of it
is just too good
Now THAT is a poem!
Good, you didn’t stop.
Bad, neither did The Son.