Route 23, Butler, New Jersey,5: 30 P.M.,
traffic barely moving,
ahead, a redhead in a Jetta,
in end-of-the-day abandon,
trailing on the bumper is the epiphany:
‘Eve was framed’.
There she is, cruising self-possessed,
with that arcane revelation.
Not burdened by an old yoke,
just an heir’s flamboyance.
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