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Elizabeth Gargano: Harvest

One morning the crows settle

on the corn in our garden,

dark flames on the candled stalks.


I plant a broom in the earth,

straw end up, wrap it in an old

raincoat, topped with a baseball cap.

That’s when the caws turn to laughter.

They know that trick.


Nothing to do but practice

being a human scarecrow

waving the broom in impotent circles

like a witch who’s forgotten the spell

to lift off, her baseball cap slipping

over one eye, her raincoat trailing

in the grass, feet rooted in the earth.

Copyright 2015 Elizabeth Gargano


One comment on “Elizabeth Gargano: Harvest

  1. Pamela
    September 23, 2015

    Love this, Beth!


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