MLK

day in my hometown.
Big march, professors and poor in the streets.
funnel cakes and fried chicken.
no dogs allowed, ma'am, you'll have to take him home.
petitions and projects
picnics and promises
mayors and keynotes
dreams and differences,
60,000 people gather,
under huge inflated Coke bottles,
perhaps just to glance each other,
their differences, their hairdos,
their outfits, their homemade signs,
the spectacle of a celebration,
on a day you are welcomed to sleep in.