(poem two from a possible Concrete Mary series)
Like a drippy faucet in the next room
The old gutter leaks slow on aluminum awning
In the drizzle, chipmunks scurry
Unafraid at the feet of a plastic owl
Immovable as a straw man crucified
In a field to protect ears of corn
Concrete Mary still holds the same pose
She struck when she became an Italian citizen
Rain falls from her finger tips
Puddles at her feet
She awaits her son’s reanimation
Among silent stalks of grain
9-13-20
My husband's poetry 
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