Flipping the Bird

Don’t think my stepmom—eyes on the road— sees him, or me, flipping out and flipping the bird at him.

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Birdsong of Shaker Way

Birds preening for, chatting up other birds— the oriole, the grass quit, in mid-song on the lawn, in a dance of birds an all-day-long conference of bird; red-headed woodpecker —drummer boy, or girl bird in this daily symphony of birds —an orchestra on Shaker Way in serenade of each perfect day with…

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