-aftermath-

the winding two-lane country road
ends in violence at the trunk of a tree.
nothing’s remembered and everything’s moved

to another space where occupancy is transformed

redefining its bones.

––this is due to a fatal car crash at the junction of Routes 177 and 6.

tonight, they "Beat the Clock" at Imbriglio's Bar in Westport.

doors open at six. ––the first hard drink is full-price,
the second is half of that, the third's on the house.
the bar is busy stamping the backs of its frantic hands.
last-call bell rings out at morning's earliest hour, and

driving hard on 177 at the junction of 6, the dashboard radio's

romancing fever-pitched: "Be-Bop-A-Lula".