From my poetry collection Catch Up With Summer, 2015.
A Casual Observer Collides With The Boy Scouts
The Boy Scouts mill around the camp area
their voices a frenzied muddle
I imagine the boys are overexcited already
at only nine o’clock in the morning.
Imagine how it will be this afternoon.
The boys have set up the archery targets by the lodge and
roped off the section around it. I doubt this precaution
will be of any use
I resolve to stay away
from the lodge for as long as it takes.
seems he is trying to set up an obstacle course
reeling out a plastic tape bossing the other boys
His hectoring says they are incompetent
and they certainly are
but that’s not getting the tape put up, is it?
Camp counselors, make a note:
improve interpersonal skills for better teamwork.
As I walk toward the lodge I see a big bag of ice
leaning against the wall
melting. It’s hours until lunch and
that ice will be lukewarm water in a puddle
by then. Someone should do something.
Shouts in the background. I think
everyone is lining up for target practice
so I decide to
steering clear of the archery range