A Dream

A crowd at the capital.--- Looking up.

Backlit from the sun. The son was floating

down slowly upon America in

full view. Knowing somehow the world saw too.

 

It was a dream but I knew who it was.

He was dressed in pure white. I saw the cloth

radiating light. The same person I was

brought up to know. The dream ends. And I woke.

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