The Park

You avert your gaze

In the afternoon

Folding up your noon chaise

Sun faded stripes

Red and white

Pin it to your side

Waiting for your ride

Then I arrive

Too late we'd caught eyes

I have the kids

Flex our civil ties

Feel the anger rise

Your lemonade spills

You hury to the approaching car

I make the mistake of apologizing

You turn

Your gaze burns

I hate it

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