the platform stops in place as beck carefully rears his back wheels into the darkness of the van disappearing from my eyeballs while wondering if he really saw me spying on him and his family last sunday afternoon or maybe he was squinting at the reflective light from the binoculars making it look like he was winking his eyelid , left at me as i nosily sigh with boredom then i heard the sexy baritone trombone invade my left eardrum .