a picnic maybe,
the deviled eggs are
waiting
in the fridge.
she's cut the crust off
the little
cucumber sandwiches.
perhaps we'll take a hike
through the woods,
row across the lake.
then
we change
plans.
we check the weather.
the emotional
forecast
of each other.
we ponder, we worry.
we fret.
it's Saturday
and we should be doing
something fun.
what will we tell everyone?
we both
look out the door as
it begins to rain.
she pulls
out a deck of cards
from her enormous purse
bag thing,
and deals the first hand.
i open the wine.
before
long
we have no clothes on,
and our
plan has been decided
for us.
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