At the Post Office

"Lemme tell you somethin' before I go call the Federal Bureau Investigation," growled the curvaceous woman with short black ringlets of hair gelled to her skull.  "I don't want no mail comin' to my house 'til I receive a letter from Austin."

"Ma'am, did you get a letter with a yellow piece of paper on it?" the clerk calmly replied.

"No, I didn't.  I ain't stupid either.  I don't have it wit' me.  I know it ain't from Austin.  You see here?" Her voice rose higher as she showed the clerk the envelope.  "It's not my name.  Somebody's been manipulatin' wit' my mail 'cause it ain't mine."

warm afternoon
the flap of a dead bird's wing
on the handicapped
parking space
as each car rushes by