JMR

When I hit the low bank of snow

On the roundabout, frozen hard

Overnight, the coldest in ten years 

The car gave a shuddering hop

Not skittering sideways, just a spasm 

Easily rectified, yet memory jolting

About his car hitting a salt mound, flailing

Off road into the icy waters at Whale Cove.

I miss you John Morris Rankin.