Tent nylon sliding across your back as you stand
To grab cards from your pack
As a yellow assembly-line plastic bag is crinkled and passed
From hand to hand sharing Sour Patch
watermelons,
our confessions, our intentions,
A class act in Rapchat
A crass act that we laugh at
sought attention, all her questions,
A Jetboil and tinfoil
And wet socks in a knapsack
all her lessons, armageddon
Frisbee when it’s all black
An anthill under our backs
art and heaven, honored tensions
A trespass for a geocache
And a euchre run that is unmatched
God’s directions, insurrection
Coyotes howl while thunder cracks