I just found that this was posted at Atticus Review a week or so ago. It’s another one of my “Dream Poems,” written shortly after the death of Freddie Gray, which followed his arrest by Baltimore police. It started with a dream about my paralyzed pigeon, Cleo, who died a while back after 12 years with me.
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