Outside windows,
the night is full
of constant sound:
drunken men growl,
cars stop at signs,
airplanes descend;
and crickets rub
wings together
to play out their
summer courtship,
drowning late night
in walls of sound
so loud that I
cannot hear you
for the silence
it brings to me
in humid air
through the curtain.
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