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Fifty Years After
by Wilda Morris

Fifty years after
the March on Washington,
fifty years after
Martin Luther King
stood in front
of the Lincoln Memorial,
painting a dream
of equality,

on this late August day,
Dr. King walks with me
in Union Station, Chicago.
I say,"Stop! Turn around,
Dr. King. See the picture
behind you–
the shoeshine stand."
Dr. King glances back.
He turns, smiling.

"I dreamed of this, too,"
he whispers.
"The day when sometimes
a white man would polish
a black man’s shoes
and neither
would be called 'boy.'”

 

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