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Poetry

Satoki Nagata

 

By

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meditation

 

 

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

sun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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