The Black Yard

Immersed in the stillness
of a pale summer room
I reach beyond plaster and stone
to hear the word of the crickets
listening in as they signal and chirp
hiding in the vast black yard
past the driveway below.

Imagining everything while I wait the reply
I think about you in the formidable night
I wonder what youíve been thinking,
what youíre dreaming, and where . . .
I think of those things you tell only me
thoughts of abandon and impracticality
"thoughts of luxury" you call them
yet I canít help but wonder
if youíve shared those guarded thoughts
with somebody before, somebody after
and yes, yes I even wonder what they mean
But you are gone
and so are they
as I sit thinking
with nothing but crickets
singing
hungry
alone
sending top secret codes
in the vast black yard.

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