Tent

Tent

a segment of my yard
plays host to a renegade nylon tent
of fiberglass pole persuasion.
it escaped one summer afternoon
was never hunted down.

We know where it is hiding.
It was crummy to sleep in
my head and feet touch shroud
at once

Occasionally it perambulates
breeze propelled
for reasons not worth pondering,
it has become a sight of gentle, but small bemusement

one night it failed to surround me at fire pit,
me and my ember stirring stick seated on a folding aluminum chair
I barked and howled and recited the 23rd psalm.
Tent will never try that again

someday, it wishes, Wind will blow
polite to her, sleek dome screened in 2-man
tricked out, silver zipper, bronze stake
rip stop top shelf sleeper with fly,
ooh bliss