Stars shine like white teeth

Hurricane season has brought much rain. But just simple rain. My mother used to say that she was told that rain washes the streets. The foam it brings is soap cleaning the streets and left a trace.

I have waited to see a Haitian person with unorganized teeth. They all seem to have been born with aligned brilliant straight shining teeth. I have yet to see one person with ugly teeth. I am on a search though.

One of the boys, Tr, has a smile, it is heaven sent. The first thing he asked me was why I always smile so big. I asked him to look at himself. Radiance resonates radiance.

I finally look up during the clear nights. The stars glow like white teeth in the dark. They are so bright and clear. I don’t remember the last time I saw stars sparkling like a painting in the sky. I am fascinated. I try to tell one of the boys, A, as we walk back. My arm rests over his shoulder. His smile is like the stars in the night sky. There is something about the Haitian smile. I wonder if I would have fallen in love with stars if they were always there.