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