Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks September 2014: The First | Page 7

Snow Globe
Caleb Brennan
We’ll never have it
like we used to
not New York in this
snow globe,
the twin towers in my
hand climbs high above
like our fingers then
touching and painting the sky.
and like the towers themselves,
our fingers have fallen
now, down, like the petals
in this world.
If I could live in here,
All I would hear is the sound
of flames, waiting to crash
insane around me.