Red Meat and Broccoli

I see the neighbor
putting
what looks like a half
of steer
on his grill outside.
the smoke of it
sears the air.
he has his apron
on that says,
master chef.
he's wearing a tall
white hat
and gloves.
his wife is sitting with
the smallest child,
she's eating
broccoli, a long stalk,
raw
and green, as long
as her hand.
but they don't fight or
argue.
he's red meat
and she's lean cuisine,
and veggies.
they get along so well.
hardly ever do I hear
one unkind word or sound.