burning the…

burning the

crow
folsom shot
w/the 45
auto the
recoil made
his right
hand dance
across a
dry light
ning sky
then he
splashed
the wings
w/lighter
fluid &
got a hot
fire going
before
sitting cross
legged in
the weeds
i love the
way the
fire pops
its guts
folsom sd
it’s the
last time
the crow
gets to
sing

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