Cast Down Like Lightning

Cast Down Like Lightning

Out for a stroll one autumn evening,
as the wind sweeps from leaf piles
whatever it can grasp,

I pass by an apartment tower
from the fifth floor of which
I find not leaves falling,

but the cacophony and disruption
of accusation and dismay,
of a broken trust making an impact

as clothing and furniture and artifacts,
rendered aerosol, scatter themselves,
interrupting my course upon the way.

I contemplate four things,
the last ones.

Oh, my lover,
my jealous lover!

How terrible it will be
should you look on my infidelities!