i see a title in a
bookstore window
that might be
poetry or
social theory
two
young people are sitting in an
idling car
facing forward
suddenly he turns and touches her face
and she
smiles
they're not as
young as i thought
but that's fine.
i'm thinking of every time i saw your smile
and wished the world would end that
perfectly.
. . .
The rain comes and goes
capriciously, and loud. There are
sporadic fireworks well after
midnight.