Red Crow
// Connor McMahon
Superimposed afterimage after mirage spirit
Ghost of a papaw on the other side of the meetinghouse
Hydrangea blossoms turned pink by pennies wives tale
Leaping with life legacy what he leaves us what is left of us
Does he yet breathe heady breath humid through the leaves hot and lazy
Dog days combing through a healthy head of leaves sit in the solution until–
slough off the days like waterlogged chlorophyll like snakeskin like exoskeletal innards
Rice paper with the veins run through it the lines converge it’s like he is really there
No not even like is snakeskin innards green blush his face is eating light evening leaf
hue Everything is rising now
slough it off like no not even like pointer finger nub
Just so on the hydrangeas no not even like everything that is really there
Rises sourdough on saturdays lawn mower that requires a sacrifice
everything that converges Rises everything rises no not even
the everything leaves slouching
heavy is the branch that leaves must everything it must he says
it must