Impulses
The scarecrow is stylish
with its yellow umbrella
and new bucket,
but the young man jogging past isn't impressed,
and despite future conversations
with the parish priest,
plucks an ear of corn
to carry home.
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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