Mountain Goats 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
