Scarecrow

Scarecrow

I could make anything out of you.
I have called you Scarecrow,
And Jesus and sometimes
Motherfucker.
But tonight I call you to my side
That you be not afraid
Of my touch
Though to you it feels
Like standing within reach
Of an Autumn bonfire
Where leaves disintegrate
Like stars skyward.

2013-12-10T21:19:00+00:00 Poetry, Uncategorized|

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