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Friday, March 21, 2014

WANDERERS: A POEM BY TJ WORTHINGTON

alex katz




          WANDERERS
 

There is an old pecan tree by my door.

Three grackles are standing in its dried branches.

One is chirping to a grackle in the oak nearby.

The three change positions stretching wings between limbs.

One probes its beak through ruffled neck feathers.

A yellow flicker flaps around the trunk

chased by a mockingbird. The grackles fly.

The flicker digs for ants. It flies.

The mockingbird stands a moment on some leaves.

Root-tips are cracking rocks below in silence.


                            ---TJ Worthington, 1972
 
 
 
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