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Poetry
Waxwings
by Holly Jane Doyle
Holly Jane Doyle
—these men, heading down to
the berry bar after a shower
and a touch of hair gel on
top of their fluffy, feathery heads.
Going down with a dollar, hoping
to get a fresh juicy berry the
size of a bunny’s tail.