Raymund wants to know

and asks us questions beginning with "I am curious"

to this circle of men necessarily no longer young
only pretending to be
half a world wiser, over not a few
drinks each to each.  One

advertiser, filmmaker, critique,
poet, painter, sculptor with
meanderings
well into the timelessness of a windy night

where a gecko listens to the wind
cold made warm with drinks
and conversation going round and round.
"I am curious" he begins

as the circle of men go on pretending
to know.  And later have 
a good temporal
laugh about it.