Inside the rumors; were the secretive touches
and the corner of the eye glances.
The neighbors had seen them first; on a towel
out by the backyard plastic pool.
It didn’t take a high powered set of binoculars
to see the heat of his thoughts.
Little dimples and tiny cheeks
warmed by a tanning summer sun
as they played with his little rubber ducky.
His wife never suspected it had only cost him
10 cents per glass for the lemonade...
2008 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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