The poet and photographer are
two-in-one at this man’s site.
Apparently the branch broke and
fell from quite a significant height.
The poet with the camera ever present
clicked from a perspective just right
and promptly announced that for cocktails
it’s just the right time of night,
or afternoon, or morning
or whenever the ice is just right,
as it always is in the freezer
with the freezer door shut tight.
For the poet/photographer’s “Event,”