Martin and Coretta knew
how straight the road ran
through the wilderness. They knew
that some would stray
and turn across the meadow
toward the woods.
They felt the love rise
from the aging marchers,
knowing when they too would disappear,
the road goes on.
The knowing is
that they shall not return--
and still the road goes on.
Will newer marchers fill the ranks?
And will the flow of love be strong?
And might the breath
beneath the song prevail
unto this joyless day
that we may overcome?
~
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