The nightmare continued. Like a faded postwar newsreel,
fastforwarded into the twenty-first century on a VCR of uncertain origin.
I was not sure whether I was awake or still asleep.
Dreaming or remembering, I saw millions of people.
Like the people I had seen in the 1940's,
their backs were turned to what was happening.
Then the dream shifted,
and all across our country, people turned to confront the enemy.
When I woke up, the sun was shining.
I went to my studio and began to paint.