Three Line Lunch: Intimate BBQ

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 280

Intimate BBQ

She cuts veggies, brushes them with olive oil, forms burgers. I fire up the coals.
She mixes rum cocktails in tiki glasses. I pack the pipe and crack the beers.
Colored lights crown patio as we eat & talk. Intimate Memorial weekend bbq for two.