blunderbuss

They said a transformer blew,

all sparks and shrapnel raining down

around the neighborhood, live wires

on the ground, hissing like snakes.

Last night, marriage was proposed.

I awoke to find my lips had formed

a yes below the no. All those children

I told you I never wanted, dancing

in my dreams like ghosts.

It is stained glass and broken porcelain,

here, where the sky smells only of

cedar and mildew. It rains and rains,

trees cracking and crashing in the wind.