E Nude in Semidarkness

Nude
in semidarkness
I wait
Dirty raindrops
drum quarter
notes
against bevelled
panes
that recently
had the
clarity, the
sheen
of fine-cut
crystal
In the distance
soft toots,
screeches
assure me
as neon
beams invade
noiselessly
the wilted
walls of their
room where
I sit still,
nude
in muralled
semidarkness
and wait
wait
wait
for a hard-pressed
nightingale's
sinking
song.