by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
Three boys
back from corner convenience
share pop rocks
and soda.
Stopping by the curb
they stand over a dead bird
in the street.
The oldest one kicks at it
a few times.
Flipping the dead bird over
from its stomach onto
its back.
After staring at it for a moment
they move on.
Towards the townhouses along Baily Lane
with cardboard over the
windows.
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