When light bulbs popped he was reminded
of his failure, his mockery of daylight.

Nightly, Thomas’s lovers unscrewed
his invention, preferring the kindness
of candles.

Once he thought he was so clever, capturing
the sun in a mason jar, dreamed of it conveniently
lighting a porch scene while a girl rummaged
for her door key, or illuminating her face
as her sweetheart found her lips.