happy whatever

happy whatever bruin says at the end of our call
in regards to the slew of wintry holidays approaching
not in a dismissive manner, but in an attempt at inclusivity

happy happy he says and we hang up laughing

the pit pat of rain spit spatting
on the carport and the quickly melting snow
when i step outside
on this almost-solstice day
when we meant to put boats in the water
but there was singing and
so much to-do to do

the singing begins
with a song from georgia (the country, not the state)
that is a song to a spring
that had run dry