“Don’t tell me your dreams br until after the sun comes up, ” br he’d say. But the light won’t change br that he’s a black Man and I br am a white woman in Alabama. br Daylight, and truth don’t matter. br So we learned to touch only br with our eyes and our words. br Knowing no job is tenured br against bigotry, it finds its way. br So, here after dark, I dream, br and wait for unrelenting dawns.