"A Night in April" by Anabel Impasto

the lake has shrunk under the watch of cricket song looming past the treeline they chirp and merry lullabies floating through the shadows rain lurks in the recent past puddles linger splashing shoes rubber heels but the sock feels soggy splattering the leggings hoop unused rests with pines gate open, garage door rumbles wet shoes taken off before the doors one glass one solid one pair remain on the feet tracking the downpour through a well kept home boxes newspapers mail scatter on the table a wife lonely throat and body sore alert on the couch its dark in the basement some lamps dimmed glow ambience for the screens eyes fixed or wandering Kubrick dances between the background and center stage and music fills the vast emptiness of space a few scribbles forgotten beyond these howling beasts and then the moon looms closer and you already know how the story goes until the infinite is out of sight the road back lined with trees and houses all neat and tidy and the wet grass misplaced longing too unspoken unsure of itself dispelled as tired steps slow in front of the door new but glass and wood the house is dark except for the light left on near the couch flicked off and she makes her way to her bed time seeps away through the open window bird song replaces far gone crickets the world awakes and she sleeps