Tequila and Galoshes

The land mines went off.

I show up at her door
armed with rainboots
and tequila.
"Honey," I tell her,
"life is gonna give you lemons,
so break out the tequila and dance on the table."
And so we do.
And when we've finished one bottle,
maybe two,
when we've listened to very 90s album she owns
and broken the table in two,
we collapse on the couch,
laughing.
And I say, "Baby,
life is gonna give you rainstorms,
so break out the galoshes and dance in the puddles."
And so we do.
And when we've traipsed down the street,
around the neighbourhood,
when we've scared the children who live next door,
and scandalized the old man down the street,
we stumble back home,
laughing.

A quick poem for a friend who is having a rough go of it right now.