By Julia Liberman
She was putting a load of laundry
out to dry on the back porch
when her favorite pair of jeans
turned into a blue jay and flew away.
She watched in surprise
as soft, faded, blue denim
turned into feathers, bones, a beak, feet,
black beady eyes and an indignant screech.
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