THIS GLORIOUS DAY

Seven dogs baking in the sun:

Her two

your three

and then your own bare feet

tanning

appreciating the glorious day.

This is what nature is for,

you say

as she hands you a Modelo,

Thanks baby.

She doesn’t respond.

I am just loving the day

you say

as you watch the dogs pant out,

almost awake after the long run.

You don’t hear her.

You’re unaware

that she is packing up

preparing her exit

for the weekend

and ever after.

While you are enjoying

this glorious day

she is enjoying

something else entirely.