Poetry Drawer: One Time She Just Watches by Faye Joy

 

scarecrow

 

One time she just watches,

 

another time she whisper-strokes his scared-crow shoulder,

slides fingers under the lapel, lifts the grimy cloth,

fixes his rheumy-red eyes, you wear too many clothes,

the sun is fierce old Daniel. The habitué shifts wearily.

With a hint of a skewed smile he shuffles on until he disappears,

becoming again the essence of the hedgerow, the verge, the hill.

 

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