This evening after rain, the heat abated.
We had some guests for dinner - one was she,
The one that I had hoped that I'd have dated
(She'd felt a little diff'rently t'ward me).
My kids enjoy her kids. We get to cook,
And talk, and trade impressions of divorce.
The kitchen window lets us stop and look
And let the playtime run its natur'l course,
Until it's time to call the kids inside.
In spite of my minutely wounded pride,
I love these times. There's nothing here to hide.


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I love these times. There's nothing here to hide."
I could visualize this entire thing....lovely