I vaguely remember

hanging upside down –

the seat belt holding me –

just after the loud THUD

that resonated when

our little white Versa

turned upside down.

on S. Orange Blossom Tr.


In fact. I will never forget.


When the silence came, I said:

“Are you OK, Merlie?”

and she said: “I think so.”

The rest of the day is a blur:

loaded onto an ambulance,

finding myself in an ER

with only the benefit of

one weak hearing aid, so that

the attendants had to shout –

it seems for hours.

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