I thought I heard my mom talking outside this morning
but it was two birds at the front door.
Perched on porch banister.
Eyeing my father’s funeral wreath.
Maybe they wanted to nest in the fake flowers
or pay homage.
I'm doing a TV writer SCRIPTHEALER workshop this weekend with Francine Volpe. So I decided to look back. SCRIPTHEALER WORKSHOP TIP: A ...
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