Let us leave the concert early,
for Mayfair Street is moonlit-cool
with panther false asleep,
playfully hunting among the temples
of riverbed rock, and in darkness

lost. Let us find a place to watch
the river arrive and leave in certitude,
and drink to honor night grown of night,
restless as the nearest eastern city
pink upon the sky.

Let us hope for storm, and eat
oranges; inhale lightning as we kiss.
Let us leave the concert early
for Mayfair Street's caress.