Wind bawls and collapses, rises
and the 16d sinkers
After years of fidelity, a six-by-ten
something useful, comforting, explain
and when it subsides,
on the side of the road near a graveyard
one slow step at a time
The light switch won't work.
but the marriage is over.
"Jar" used to be two poems. Neither one was working, so shortly after a section of my back fence blew down, I crammed them together and ended a marriage in the last line.