An Allegiance We Could Make Front Porch Poem

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Here is a poem by my brother written in the '70's. Wayne was an ironworker and great promotor of reading and writing to everyone around him .He read a thousand books and gave most of them away. I know, I have some of them. His wide expansive reading shows in his writing. Here's a good example.

An Allegiance We Could Make

By Wayne Jackson 1950-1989

An allegiance we could make
slow walkers, people
who look up to see what time it is, those
of us who hold hands
at the movies, hummers, yard
rakers, a slow wonderful
war fought in silence without
them ever knowing

//////////////////////////////////Mondays we’ll sleep late, we’ll
make a stand, giving the histories that happen
away to passing jets, to
rotating signs, and our heroes have walnut stained hands, have
buckeyes in their pockets, pocket watches
//////////////////////////////////They will be whittlers of wood, of ivory soap
//////////////////////////////////The orders come from inside the head
//////////////////////////////////whispered remembered again and
//////////////////////////////////again, refusing what happens elsewhere, grinning
//////////////////////////////////at the dwarf spinning in the street
//////////////////////////////////We’ll make our slow stand
//////////////////////////////////on our front porch swings

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