It’s not scaring some crows
Chest bursting hay overstuffed With corncob pipe gorilla glued to mouth And wicker stray sun hat shielding
Stone eyes drooping from gravity
Above spineless flaccid neck
Duct-tapped to habit Fastened to half a severed telephone pole
Bleached to the very straw from sun Whitewashing chest & wrist hairs Standing guard to another autumnal harvest Upright, an endless stolid sentry Weathered, crop-dusted, surveyed, speculated Quiet spectacle to fly buzz,
Mosquitoes swirling hover sounds,
–As well as seemingly undetected Electronic bugs observing the growing rows
and electronic bugs, & electronic bugs
