He stays up late most nights

in the dark open window

listening

to the sounds the world makes.

Crickets, and distants dogs;

freeway roaring motor chants.

The hollow useless sound

of cowboy boots on concrete.

Warm sensous female laughter;

unmistakably not hers, just-

very much the same.

He stays up late most nights;

in the dark open window

listening

to sounds that memory makes more...

-lg