Burn One

you were the luckiest boy alive

& I was to call you my crush

the swag poured through your third grade

pores. of course you had the prettiest girl.

my chest lifts that Clementine fit

& those broad shoulders

left my mind ‘til I saw you in high school

“ball player” was the article, superstar was the pic

I was 3,000 miles away

when I learned of your death.

magnets released me.

They said you planted a seed before you left

& Ima burn one for you.