CROWI knew the Truth Tellerhe spoke to meonce on a leafy pathleading downwardtoward running waterwhere my fatherled me as a childWhy my small footand slight weightwere enough to makea dead crow cry outI’ve never knownbut it was trueand echoes foreverLast night I steppedon him againin your galleryI heard the cryI had never forgottenfrom under thedead and rotting leavesThis year’s darkest nightwas lighted only byThe Red Eyed Crow ofhalf a century agoRobert “Robin” Crockett, December 11, 1998Above:Red Eyed Crow, 1993India ink on onion skin paper36” x 42”Collection of the artistOpposite:Oracle l, 2018Bronze26”hCollection of the artist36
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