After dark, my spouse chauffeurs me
up and down the streets
plantation louver shutters
obstruct my view of the interiors
yet I note the size of TV screens
portraits or landscapes or empty walls
the one-eyed cat on an armchair
rarely more than one person in a room
unless on my way to work I see
a family lively at the breakfast table.
Last night I had my chauffeur take me
to a well-lit mansion on Broadway
where every window offered a display
and returned my gaze.