On Dancing the House Down

by John Andrews

A bulldozer claws
…………the front lawn
..like every beast in a fighting pit:
ready.
…………Take my hand.
……………………………The electrician
can wait in
……………his truck with tools
……….ready to pluck what’s left
……………………………of the copper
….wire in the walls.
…………The gas meter shut off,
………….tossed aside with the boxwoods
……we planted just 6 months ago,
…………I know
……………………it hurts to see
…………………………..their roots gasping
……………..for dirt, look away.
………….There is nothing
…………………we can do now. The windows
flew off to be
…………………another aviary
………..elsewhere; the wind
……………………finally allowed
……………………to sweep the floor.
………….The neighborhood
cat is checking the fridge for leftovers.
The dent in the floor from our first
………………………………………………..dish
………………………….throwing fight will expand
…………………………………………….into a black hole
………………….if we aren’t quick. Give me your arms,
……………………………………………………pretend
……………………………the last groans from the air
…………conditioner are a last call slow song.
……….Let’s dance this house down
………………………………ourselves.
..Kiss me before the rain
…………….takes back the accent
……………………………..wall. We spent
……………two days picking the perfect
…………………………..shade
…….of blue, it was called
…………………Schooner,
……the sky will want
……………………………..it back.