not too many people
knew frankie prokop
he was my brother's friend
and painted roogie doo
on the inside of the trunk
of every '52 Chevy he restored
he shot me once
because of my sun glasses
and my German skis
as I was going up the mountain
to find god
it was his cattle ranch,
you see,
that I was traversing,
and it was posted well,
with signs that said just that,
"cattle ranch, no trespassing"
not used to cattle
in the pennsylvania snow
i kept on skiing
until he shot me in the shoulder
and knocked me down
it was a glancing blow,
a graze, as they say in the John Wayne movies
but it scared me enough
to raise my own rifle in defense
until I saw it was Frank
then I raised my hands in surrender
and yelled, "it's Zavacki"
hey, Zavacki, he said,
how's your brother?
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