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