Carl Sandburg

Pigeon

THE FLUTTER of blue pigeon’s wings
Under a river bridge
Hunting a clean dry arch,
A corner for a sleep–
This flutters here in a woman’s hand.
 
A singing sleep cry,
A drunken poignant two lines of song,
Somebody looking clean into yesterday
And remembering, or looking clean into
To—morrow, and reading,—
This sings here as a woman’s sleep cry sings.
 
Pigeon friend of mine,
Fly on, sing on.
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