Pigeon-Jump, Little Children

[00:26.45]The brackish roots of river pine [00:33.93]Anchored in my curving spine [00:42.04]Bend to the whims of wind's design [00:49.79]And I lay down at your side [00:58.01]Above the brine of reds in clay [01:05.88]A swollen angel oaks bouquet [01:14.45]In the red-winged blackbird's eyes of grey [01:22.12]A saltwater tear resides [01:30.03]But the sand and the earthen parapet [01:38.36]Silts into this rivulet [01:46.60]The bluffs and the banks will soon forget [01:54.40]A single tear was cried [02:03.16]And in this spawning ground it blooms [02:10.85]The nectar and the petal plumes [02:18.45]A purple swallow now exhumed [02:26.27]From the river that has died [02:34.27]The crimson of rinoculous [02:41.91]Gardenia and dianthus [02:49.89]The bloodless ivory water-lotus [02:58.17]Sweetly opens wide [03:35.57]Without a voice left to sing [03:43.12]With waterlogged and heavy wing [03:50.22]With peaceful eyes unsuffering [03:58.38]A pigeon floats in the tide