Poetry in Motion
Remember her strapped to the air,
her grey dress flapping a little?
The field mice ran beneath her feet
learning new technologies.
I don't scare anybody, she complained,
smiling, a nest on her head.
Which was how much I loved her,
all through the harvest
I am the morning dove
who nests in the gutter.
I am singing sadly to the barn.
"Scarecrow" from American Linden. Copyright © 2002 by Matthew Zapruder. Reprinted with the permission of Tupelo Press.