year, each holiday,
or big occasion,
or not, or
every other
month or so, he throws a party
around his
in ground pool
and fires
up the grill with hamburgers
and hot dogs.
his wife makes an upside
down pineapple
cake,
and potato salad,
sticking into it
a large wooden spoon.
he sets his transistor
radio
on the window,
turned out
so that we can hear
the music
or news.
he always tells us to
don't forget
to bring your bathing suit.
and informs us
that just this morning
he's skimmed
the floating animals,
the dead birds,
and insects from
the pool.
he's lonely out there in
southern Maryland,
Timbuktu.
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