Picture based on photo by Dandegirl
Straw man in the cornfield,
the crows are warning to look up
up at the stars, to leave the farm
in corny days in laughing droughts
where doubting dogs don’t hunt those
pheasants or presents anymore, nor
where pleasures aren’t lifted
in a dusty bowl sans
a strawberry in cream,
omens to leave if
with her smile she left indeed
with strawflowers in her hands
— Doug
