Fucking

By Mark W Kumming

Banished from my Boy Scout troop
for telling the troop leader’s daughter
what fuck meant—which, young 
enough to misunderstand intercourse, 
its parts and mechanics—I got wrong.
Then I saw one horse mount another 
from behind in the field past the paddock.
The tour-tram driver slowed enough so he
and all of us could watch. My friend 
Allison leaned forward from the seat
behind and whispered fucking— 
her breath hot on my ear.