Mark Borczon writes

A library for scarecrows
There are fish hooks dragging
The deep water with harmonicas
As their swaying bait
Silence wants a song the same way
I want some whiskey and
My youth
There should be library for scarecrows
Full of field mice and ghosts
It should be as haunted as a river
One straw hand will reach for a harp
Put it to his burlap mouth
And be pulled from this quiet
Playing a howling blues
Against the moving of water
Ascending from the library
Rushing towards the surface
Braking like whale
Bouying like an over board guitar
The ghosts and the mice spilling
From his lips like song
With the hook set deep and true
And then the lamantations of
Scarecrows and of blues song
Escaping the library
Playing in memory
Of my lost and silent
Youth
Ghost of a Scarecrow -- Paul Klee