Streetbird Brush turkeys have migrated from the brush to take up their new habitat with us like pigeons must have once and sparrows who share coffee. They peck on asphalt now. Megapodes don’t need their giant feet for this. But something’s sad about them, unconnected to a place where they were wild once, the peaty earth their own, leaf mounds, stars on forest nights exchanged for this concrete. Nana Ollerenshaw   Men on Bikes Bikes lean stopped at cafes where the men hang out, brothers bright as birds, shorts that show the curve of braided muscle, sculptured thigh. Who knows…