Spanish Harlem

12.19.10 By Noel Reyes

(for FG)

What happens to a Dream Act deferred?

Does it fly up towards the sun—
Like a prayer?
Unanswered,
Lingering there.

Does it hide?
Like a child—
Somewhere between
Rage and despair,
Learning that
Home is a place
Not found
Anywhere.

Will we save the dream from the nightmare?