Pink and Blue

Wind out of Oklahoma this morning smelled like blood and

smoke

And the crows discuss their future in the branches of

their Louisiana live oak

The limbs are strong and heavy and its leaves are all

aglow

And 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 an old cardboard produce box

for a cradle

I mashed some 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