The brackish roots of river pine
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Anchored in my curving spine
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Bend to the whims of wind's design
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And I lay down at your side
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Above the brine of reds in clay
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A swollen angel oaks bouquet
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In the red-winged blackbird's eyes of grey
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A saltwater tear resides
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But the sand and the earthen parapet
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Silts into this rivulet
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The bluffs and the banks will soon forget
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A single tear was cried
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And in this spawning ground it blooms
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The nectar and the petal plumes
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A purple swallow now exhumed
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From the river that has died
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Palmately spread delphinium
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Bachelor-buttoned malva comes
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To be your lilied bride
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The crimson of rinoculous
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Gardenia and dianthus
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The bloodless ivory water-lotus
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Sweetly opens wide
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But even the most fondly named
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Rooted and green leaves framed
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Surely must come to be reclaimed
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Beyond the great divide
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Without a voice left to sing
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With waterlogged and heavy wing
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With peaceful eyes unsuffering
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A pigeon floats in the tide
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Pigeon
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| Jump, Little Children |
