Poet’s Corner: The Villagers


By Jill Jupen

When you count the villagers,

you have to count the scarecrow.

I turn you over

again & again

trying to find

the side of you

I used to understand.

When did I reduce you

to a statue

the size of my palm,

your glazed features

beginning to crackle,

your brown shoes

chipped at the heels?

I return you to the table

by an open window.

Outside it is raining.

You people on the street,

why have you come?

Jill Jupen lives in Vineyard Haven with her husband, four dogs, and lots of books.