My son says hello to everything
with the kind of love
you see at airports
and weddings.
He says it to the facecloth
the postman
the raindrops,
and I swear the raindrops wait,
clinging to window
until he greets them,
at which point they race each other
in their zig-zag way
to the ground
which makes him laugh and holler,
see you soon.