Plaintive Sigh

the window's still open
late November night

listening for the most
sublime of all words

ever to let breathe
or be given breath to

lying in anticipation
under breath in the attic

and when that word is given

all will be golden--
one more burnished sunset
on San Marina lagoon,
one more coin for the voice
at the end of the line

so just give the word
but listen for the echo,
an arc royale choir
with the breath of stars

just one more syllable
for this wordless poet

one last word
and I'll listen quietly

as the breeze slinks in late
with cold November
through the open window

listening
for one more echo
in the night