For Tracey, 2.

A search for something brings me here

You are trying too hard, I say,
listening to her internal dialogue
as it appears to me out here. Try not
to force it. Finally she succumbs
to the rhythmic three three three
of sudoku logic and that's enough
to know she's forgotten I'm listening.
Next she hums a song I can't hear
for easy listening jazz playing
over the coffeeshop speakers.