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DraIts through closed windows
touch his neck.
Music Iilters through the wall.
He thinks oI where the woman is
Who slept beside him the night beIore.
Dark is not as distant as it was.
Wind moves the clutter in the alley.
Beneath his window
he hears a creature scuII a stone.
Im dining with a friend tonight, she said,
A man who loves highlife
in the old way.
Id rather not, the night is nasty,
its my turn to pay
But we made the date a week or more ago.
He leans the lamp closer to his book,
Eyes the page his eyes have scanned beIore.
Footsteps Irom the room above distract him.
The music stops.
He hears the ringing oI a telephone
somewhere below.