Betty Branch catalog (6-21-23)) - Flipbook - Page 38
CROW
I knew the Truth Teller
he spoke to me
once on a leafy path
leading downward
toward running water
where my father
led me as a child
Why my small foot
and slight weight
were enough to make
a dead crow cry out
I’ve never known
but it was true
and echoes forever
Last night I stepped
on him again
in your gallery
I heard the cry
I had never forgotten
from under the
dead and rotting leaves
This year’s darkest night
was lighted only by
The Red Eyed Crow of
half a century ago
Robert “Robin” Crockett, December 11, 1998
Above:
Red Eyed Crow, 1993
India ink on onion skin paper
36” x 42”
Collection of the artist
Opposite:
Oracle l, 2018
Bronze
26”h
Collection of the artist
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