“For Mr. Brown, and all of my beloved sons.”
Last night
I had a dream then
awoke in
Matthew Henson’s
back yard
he said
through bristled jaw
that I saved an Inuit child
from exposure
to cold
the child did not thank me
I am too dark
to see
gratitude
was born
by a river
was sold to
merchants
followed
the drinking gourd
nursed my
ankles with blood
sopped my
tack with tears
bought
my wife a body
had
Jim’s crow for dinner
marched on
good intentions
slept with
corner office
thought
I had a dream
thought it
was a dream
awoke into pale light
cloudless skies do not always signal
peace
somewhere right now
I lie face down
taking my last
breath to the head
with eyes like
empty promises
& the sky
could not be bluer
Tony Baugh is an STM student from southern Virginia. He is a licensed non-denominational minister, writer, and musician who enjoys spending time with his family, friends, and dog.
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