the boy scouts, the uniform,
the fancy
red scarf,
the pins
and badges.
learning how to start a fire.
what twelve
year old
didn't have matches
or a lighter
back then?
forget rubbing two
sticks
together in the woods
with a little too
friendly
scoutmaster.
i had no interest
in making the sound of
yellow belly sapsucker
in a tree,
or in eating baked beans
from a tin can,
but i did learn to master
the slip
knot.
which pleases Betty,
to no end.
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