A chorus girl stands for hours behind her curtains Looking out at the street. There is a branch painted white. A stuffed baby alligator grips that branch tightly To keep away from the dry leaves on the floor. I go to the door often. Night and summer.
Crickets lift their cries.
I know you are out. You are driving late through the summer night. I do not know what will happen. I have no claim on you. You have been working outdoors, gone all week.