Scarecrows

We are two scarecrows: rags and string;

what the rain softens the wind picks clean.

 

We are two scarecrows: sticks and straw;

crows fly out from underneath our jackets.

 

We are two scarecrows: nails and wire;

each day drowning as the corn grows higher.

 

We are two scarecrows: sacks and hay;

nodding toward eternity, we tip toward clay.