and now I associate the image
with the jarring sound and smell
harsh impact, burning asphalt
smoke from the engine in my eyes
a brilliant blast of white, instantaneous
against a graceful body,
over a placid face
as inquisitive as my own
I tilt my head
I don't know where I am
the county road night sky
pulls back against the rest
and an order of events
I no longer differentiate
