cloudy day
weather fit for a cigarette
my boy in his beige car
chattering and laughing loudly with the mechanic
the car revvs back up again
we're on the road
we drive by young trees
and old buildings
and the sky turns mauve
my hand, i let it rest out the window
soft wind like an air conditioner from 2010
i miss some old loves
ivy on the aux, the start of nothing
i'm sad, but only a tinge
we meet his friends by the waterfront
and we go so well together
i'm smiling graciously and happily
new people are miracles
it takes only a conversation to remember the funny fact that you're also new people to so many
who knows what flowers lie in the future?
i hope it rains, i'm saying
but what i really want to say is
i really like being alive
and i marvel at it everyday
the significant magnificence that i am here
in this place, out of all places
with these good people, out of everyone else
with this body and this face
with this life and this love
was i born under a lucky star?
or is this penance from god?
either way, i'm glad
for rain, for music, new faces, cigarettes,
and someone to drive me around the city, the donut we split at the waterfront, so much sweeter than ever before
