As I lay awake in that big bed
Alert, amazed at the BOOMS overhead,
It makes me think.
No burgers to grill, no cocktails to swill.
The Weber stands cold and dark on the deck,
Its cover a pall, daring me to peek
To see what’s beneath.
I’d rather not look. I don’t need to cook.
I’ll jump on my bike or take a long hike.
Maybe visit a friend but in the end
It’s my first fourth alone;
I’ll make some noise of my own.