2010
08.23
08.23
People leave
attending to labors,
then shelters rest
between the road
and mountain.
I walk the day
with permission
from the owner.
My kin birds
won’t tell me anything
on this land
for in her garden
dead crows hang
from high posts.
New poem up by John Swain ; http://amphibi.us/all/scarecrow/