Carolyn Tourney Florek
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The Grackles at Sunset
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​To be there when they first arrive—grackles--
thousands of them in the brown stretch of grass
between rough barked pecans.
 
They crowd this wide space with a glistening ruckus.
They take rude turns, push and shove at the birdbath.
 
Opening their wings the flock rises, falls
rises again like a broad speckled sheet
lifted and shook then smoothed across the field.
 
In the near distance is a greater flock.
How I wish it would come closer to me here watching
this shifting stippled cloud streaming
through the easement beyond the fence.
 
To be there when they arrive—a noisy electrified mass--
is to vanish, the self, I mean,
 
And every mean thought pushed aside
by their singular purpose in being.

(published in The Painted Door Opened, copyright 2014, Carolyn Dahl and Carolyn Florek, Cardinal Press)
Picture
The Grackles at Sunset, acrylic on canvas, 2015

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  • About
  • New Work
  • Visual art
    • Paintings
    • Watercolors
    • Drawings
    • Collages
    • Older Work
  • Pottery
    • Pottery gallery
  • Writing
    • Grackles at Sunset
    • Over Flat Creek
    • A Memory of my Father
    • Time at Bandelier
    • The Painted Door Opened >
      • Artwork
    • Painting Valle Grande
  • Bandelier
    • Artwork
    • Photos
    • Writing >
      • Introduction
      • Journaling
      • Poetry
  • Mutabilis Press
  • Purchase