Pink and Blue

Wind out of Oklahoma this morning

Smelt like blood and smoke

And the crows discuss their future in the

branches of their Louisiana life oak

Its limbs are strong and heavy

And its leaves are all a-glow

The branches brush the upper air

But the roots reach down to where the bad people go

And what will I do with you?

Pink and blue, true gold

Nine days old

Nice new clothes on you

And old carboard produce box For a cradle, I

Mash them bananas in a coffee cup

And I fed you there at the kitchen table

Crows outside complaining about the

Finer points of local politics

Strange wind all full of new smells

Rust and fur and reception sticks

And what will I do with you?

Pink and blue, true gold

Nine days old

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