Poem: Return of the Grill

Return triumphant
he wears an apron
that says
"Kiss the Cook"
meat seasoned to perfection
sun shines brightly outside
he whistles on the patio
keeps a watchful eye
on the charcoal
and the hot flames below
He's not the only one
the neighbors come out of
hibernation
it's one huge party
of who can master
the subtle art of
cooking with fire.