Christmas Scarecrow

Vow...
just say the rope

is ours.
Tell me now
that the bend

these bends

this bend

is only ours
that those innocent

tics

tocs

hours
at the water’s edge
belong to you
and to me
and to the white

geese
and whatever they see
saw...
you liked the straw
the rustic

rebel

roustabout
of it all
while I trudged

through mounting irony

self-conscious
like now
a scarecrow
naked
in the snow.