Lakota voices murmur above the crowd at Rushmore, saying we’re still alive and still lay claim to what’s ours. The mountain weeps at the words below; pines scream as jets above sear them. I awaken and realize it was a dream. If you yearn for change, dreams matter.
Published in the Fall 2022 issue of Creative Nonfiction.
Ruth Nasrullah 
Thank you, Ruth! Your thoughts and essays are interesting and inspiring. Thank you also for your compassion, especially all your charitable trips to the border. Albert G.ex-SD11 now SD6
Aw, thank you!