Sunday, July 6, 2025

maybe next year?

i stare
at the invite to the 4th of July
party
at Joe and Irene's house
across
the bridge.
a painful yearly thing.
they have a pool,
and three dogs,
a grill and a big
ice box
in the cellar that keeps
the beer cool.
they like to play charades
before
the fireworks begin.
but
it's July 7th now.
how should i respond?
sorry,
i couldn't make it,
maybe next year, but thanks,
just the same,
hope it was fun,
or maybe i can use
that old standby excuse,
i think your email
went straight to spam, or 
i was going to come,
but it looked like rain.

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