happy day

his rhymes were simple and obvious

but also innocent, child-like

the way he couldn’t be happier

because she said she loved him

we poked gentle fun at them

but the melody captured us

where the words hadn’t

and we sang unabashedly

barefoot, sun-freckled

stomachs full of bread and cheese

coffee and quips about life

and a love of spontaniety

willingly shoeless on city sidewalks

i trotted, contended to simply be

passersby might have wondered if

she is mad? — no, just really glad

that three’s more fun that two

sometimes in the summer sunshine