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If He Only Had A Brain

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There’s a blue jay in love

on our front porch.

Bold as a boy full of beer,

handsome and muscled and perfectly sure of himself,

he swoops, lands on the grapevine wreath and

pecks at silk leaves, raffia ties,

the scarecrow’s felt hat.

Neither the bird nor the scarecrow know any better

and there’s an analogy here

about love or not judging by appearance

or using your head

But—

This is one contented scarecrow.

He will never

dance off in search of adventure.

There are millions of ways to smile.

Here’s one: To bask in autumn sun,

perched on a wreath,

kissed by a blue jay

right on your soft canvas face.

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