Three Line Lunch: A Good Sunday Evening

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 40

A Good Sunday Evening

Neglected grill on patio calls. I fire coals. Elise makes patties,
Cuts zuchs. I slather asparagi in olive oil, toss it all on. “Fabulous!”
Elise cries. Later: “I know why men grill. Men deal with the fire.”