ML King parade, Boston 1965 – January 20


I walked beside the

closed car

to put my body between


threats and life for the

one inside.


a symbol, a voice a

presence, that spoke

of dreams.


and I was young

so I walked beside

the car to keep bullets



which worked

for awhile.


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