by Luke Soucy

Stoplights were nothing to us that night
and by the fourth street
we were giddy with nothingness

so that when we reached the car
and the rain
which had impended skittishly for hours

crashed finally groundward
what would have been a happy coincidence
was a miracle.

dry and together we laughed
our gratitude to the protecting universe

and looking over I thought
It starts here
this is how happiness begins

not present enough to know
that it lives only within moments
startless and without end

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