Her car stopped turning over
the week before she did.
While in the hospital
she had asked me
to take care of it
moving the SUV
from one side of the street
to the other
just as the parking rules required.

Then the car wouldn’t start,
and the ritual ceased
and now she will not be driving again
and it makes me wonder:
what’s the point
in railing against a bored god
striving to struggle,
rising day after day
only to fall
only to fail
again and again
and again and again?
It’s all just a big thing.

The car’s been dead over a week
and she’s been dead for less than one.
Neither one has gotten a ticket yet.
There is no lesson here.
There is no lesson anywhere.