- "Happy" I muttered, trying to pin the word down.
Night-time in San Juan
She twirls with the music
Her skin, dark as rum
In the evening light
He sips from his glass
Reflecting on the scene
A bright, garish glow
The people of Puerto Rico
Laughing and dancing
Through the streets below
Raucous in their celebrations
Forgetting their malaise, but for a night.
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