Outside of Court

it is the day after Memorial Day and
i know everything i need to know
about you.

when i cook in your house not having
all my tools it feels like camping, and
i am game.

i spent my life camping. going to
parks to camp you enter the country.
my curiosity for how folks got on there
was unceasing. it took my whole life to
see i ought stay put where sunshine
is the common currency, and courtesy
comes free-of-charge and that what
charges me up the most
is shooting targets.

it took us twenty shots to get the
sights set good enough to where
both of us hit the B in “Budweiser,”
on the case we finally dropped.

i moaned a little, and you chuckled
briefly, when we decided to settle
things outside of court.