MARTIN LUTHER KING DAY Poem

 

The dream

of Martin Luther King

will happen

in some far-off Spring

 

when winter ice

and snow are gone.

One day, the dreamer

in gray dawn

 

will waken

to a blinding light

where hawk and dove

in silent flight

 

brush wings together

on a street

still thundering

with ghostly feet.

 

And soul will dance

and soul will sing

and march with

Martin Luther King.

 

(Livingston 1985)