ON OUR MINDS
I awoke in the morning on Dr. King’s Day
with his voice, his Dreams
Only his mother ever saw his face.
Dumas died weeks after the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. and the furious, fiery riots that followed. Dumas had moved with his family to Illinois, where he was teaching, and was only visiting New York City for a wedding when he was killed.
gonna make this simple
kinda make my eyes dance and
i’m on an endless river bank
fuchsia rose petals under feet