Will you marry me in the sand 
                      in the dirt. 
Engraved in the mud

Will you marry me in the rain 
          running scared 
          in 
          soaked jeans 
          and 
          a useless purple hoodie

Will you exchange vows in the sticks 
          with stones.

Can we get a pastor to preside in the blinding dark 
          that hides trenches 
          and jellyfish guilt

Can we exchange chamber rings in the wind 
          with knotted hair.

Will we honeymoon in Normandy 
          or Omaha. 
          Spend every morning 
          combing for shells

Will you marry me in burning logs. 
                     on the crumbling cliffs of sand dunes 
                     in Fort Ord

Will you marry me in dead windows on decomposing buildings. 
          before they blow away?