the Global March
on Washington
a fleeting dream, and yet...
I have a dream...
hooded black teens sing
with their hands
paper butterfly
from her small brown hand
summer dream
NeverEnding Story, 30 August, 2013
A Room of My Own: July 4th Reflection Tanka
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not down in the gutter
or high in the cirrus clouds ...
at thirty
holding a cubicle job
I stare at the fireworks-lit sky
FYI: I was reminded of the followi...