Twanging to a Rush and a Wind at Night.

Twanging strings

Playing to the Wind Rush and Summer Rain

Seen through mesh and glass frames, pushed upwards

So just through mesh

The upper part of the window now double thick with panes,

But through the mesh,

Seen through the mesh, is night.

Night that unblinkingly stares back

At the naked boy bathed in fluorescent overhead light,

Back hunched over a guitar, twanging strings,

Night offers only Wind Rush and Summer Rain,

A droning response to a droning performance.

But the boy doesn't blink either,

He is flattered by the patter of the rain in summer and rush of the wind.