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

. . .

The rain comes and goes capriciously, and loud. There are sporadic fireworks well after midnight.