Demonstrate how B.H Fairchild's poem (down below) of imagery helps communicate its general theme. Be specific on how each key image contributes to the poem's overall total effect.

A Starlit Night

All over America at this hour men are standing

by an open closet door, slacks slung over one arm,

staring at wire hangers, thinking of taxes

or a broken faucet or their first sex: the smell

of back-seat Naugahyde, the hush of a maize field

like breathing, the stars rushing, rushing away.

And a woman lies in an unmade bed watching

the man she has known twenty-one, no,

could it be? twenty-two years, and she is listening

to the polonaise climbing up through radio static

from the kitchen where dishes are piled

and the linoleum floor is a great, gray sea.

It's the A-flat polonaise she practiced endlessly,

never quite getting it right, though her father,

calling from the darkened TV room, always said,

"Beautiful, kiddo!" and the moon would slide across

the lacquered piano top as if it were something

that lived underwater, something from far below.

They both came from houses with photographs,

the smell of camphor in closets, board games

with missing pieces, sunburst clocks in the kitchen

that made them, each morning, a little sad.

They didn't know what they wanted, every night,

every starlit night of their lives, and now they have it.