we sat by a screen of moonlit baffled trees
a serenade of phone-tones
not crickets called though the night
as if playing hide and seek
screens glowed and were extinguished
the conductor was late due to traffic
the only thing that seemed real
were your eyes that found mine
not in a person but in a silhouette
the stage footlights became brighter
as the celebrated man arrived & silently waved
then the music began normally
---
Hollywood
2011
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