Hearing Crickets

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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