Pigeon by Carl Sandburg
THE FLUTTER of blue pigeonâ€™s wings
Under a river bridge
Hunting a clean dry arch,
A corner for a sleepâ€”
This flutters here in a womanâ€™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,â€”
This sings here as a womanâ€™s sleep cry sings.
Pigeon friend of mine,
Fly on, sing on.