a scarecrow to be rendered (soon)

I am thinking
of drawing
a scarecrow

who
would it be
I wonder

I mean . . .

what I mean
is
who would it bring
to mind

would it be
some stranger
standing
in a field
watching
from the corner
of one eye

at
what am I
doing

or
would it be me

self portrait
twenty-three

each one
a little truer

each one
myself
in a glass
as seen
through the point
of a pencil

the ink
of a pen

or
just a scarecrow
of the kind
that farmers
put up
in a field

or
on the edge
of an orchard
of apple trees

I guess
I’ll know
soon

sharpen
the pencil

turn over
a new page

get ready to render
the same
old face

or perhaps . . .

perhaps

someone new

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