a murder of crows
gathering bigger and gnarlier birds
One at a time
Taking no cover in a parking lot
Capturing the last glimpse of the day
before the storm rolls through
it is the last drops of water that fall from a broken tap
in the hardpan Tucson earth
sunburned flesh begins to perspire
in a day that never seems to end
vultures gyre silently through the air
like some awkward metaphor
that never seems to hit is mark
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