Pigeon - Jump Little Children

The brackish roots of red and pine

Anchored in my curving spine

Bend to the winds of web’s desire

And I lay down at your side

Above the bride of reds in clay

A swollen angel looks ok In the red wing blackbirds eyes of grey

A saltwater tear his eyes

But the sand and the earthen paradise

Sent into this rivulet

The blush and the banks will soon forget

A single tear was cried

And in this morning grand looms

The nectar and the petal blooms

A pearl that I swallow now exhumed

From the river that has died

The crimson of rinoculous

Gardenia and dianthus

The bloodless eye be water-lotus

Sweetly opens wide

Oh Without a voice left to sing

With waterlogged and heavy wing

Peaceful eyes, unsuffering

A pigeon floats in the tide