ISSN 2371-350X


Satoki Nagata



Rick Davis



Morning Walk



left behind wrappers

desecrate lonely fullerton avenue


spinning an awareness

of death.


monotonous sprinkler,

wet and momentary.


a teenage girl runs –

her eyes sparked


with bright fire.

flat clouds spin.


a short and crooked tree –

i sense an angel


behind her branches.

cracked sidewalks


are allegorical.

melancholy sun.













closing my eyes

i admire


the rhythm of silence.

dancing with color


i visualize white birches,

feeling streaming wind


as winter flies away.

i dance in


God concentric











Rick Davis

I am a Poet and life-long Chicagoan, married, and am a graduate of Northeastern Illinois University.

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One Response to “Poetry”

  1. P C K PREM says:

    A deeply felt experiential lyric. Enjoyable and meaningful.

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