A Backyard Affair
I roasted hotdogs
in an air fryer.
We gathered to celebrate.
There was a backyard romance going on
right under our eyes,
divorce played tennis for a while
in an open court.
Strange how hotdogs
can spark secrets,
how warm hands will flirt
between cold beers.
When two left
adultery
hovered between them.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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