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)