the dream

april 5 1968, on my way to kindergarten in chicago, i found a dead bird. i cried and mourned the bird. i was so upset the kindergarten teacher took us, all the children, to gather the bird in a box and bury it.

america was burning that day. burning and mourning. i didn’t know. i mourned the bird.

i feel that’s a significant story today (january 20, 2009)

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