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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

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One comment on “Elizabeth Gargano: Harvest

  1. Pamela
    September 23, 2015

    Love this, Beth!

    Like

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