As I was walking my dog
Along the side of a street next to my house
I noticed a little white cross under a tree
We walked up to the cross
And stared at it for awhile
There was no name on it
No flowers around it
There was just
A little white cross
I imagined a car accident
Along this road
But I have no idea
If this cross is new or old
I have no idea
If that cross is for me or you
Or if it’s for a little old lady
Child . . .
I don’t know
But all the different scenarios play in my head
As I stare at the little white cross
I wonder who would know who died here?
I wonder if people still speak the name of the deceased?
I wonder how often someone remembers him/her?
A gust of wind chills my cheeks
And a big black truck
Going way over the speed limit.
RIP to the unknown person under the tree.