CLOSE YOUR EYES

The sun is promiscuous,
the pool, a fresh promise.
Communications are good,
the sky wired,
but we enjoy
extraordinary silence.
We’re surrounded by trees.
Patient
cars nuzzle bricks
like tethered horses.
Safety is paramount,
so nothing moves,
except shadows.
These leave apologetically,
like men in slippers. It takes them hours.
Days dream themselves.
The nights

are stars, stars, stars