At first you hear nothing
Then the passing of a single automobile
Effectively disturbs you
At first you remember no one
Then the passing of a car reminds you
Of that amorous trip to London
At first you sought out
Fast and loose excitement
Now peace and quiet is what eludes you
Sit at the second floor window
Sit and stare into half apparent
Darkness; at first hear nothing
At first think of no one
Where then better, to let the nights
Certain intensities begin