NaPoWriMo, April 7, Poem 1

Yeah, I'm behind. Give me time.

A sequel to the summer poem Eileen published (link two posts down). Further proof that I'm more a fall and winter man.

Summer's Back

Ex
dropping by
without a call,

standing
outside
my office door

telling
me to
come outside now

several
hours before
my quitting time.

Can
I read
her new play,

plot
the same,
male characters' names

removed
and replaced
by those men

introduced
by me
during a date.