Dear Little Egypt

dear Little Egypt:

next Martin Luther King day I will think of you

in Marion

in Carbondale

in Colp

 the battle in Selma still marches in your direction.

your pharaoh is a crafty one

 his pyramid in pieces, the stones on every porch beneath every confederate flag.

but stones are only mountains as molehills

and mountains can be moved

and pharaohs are very old

and earth moves under our feet

and could you feel a rumble of hope?

stories at the table have always been

the light battling the dark

the winter giving way to springtime

the rosebud now swells

before his backdrop of so many greens

so very many greens