Poetry

November 16, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Kin Cheung/AP

 

By

Rick Davis

 

 

day after the election

 

 

holy repressions

have been lifted.

 

nets of wasps

have been torn.

 

i try to reassure

with a visiting

 

social worker

sunbeam

 

but the sun

is invisible

 

and wilted flowers

droop in my hands.

 

i look to the sky

to restore the sun.

 

although it is morning

i await sleep

 

where i will hide

in soothing snowfall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rick Davis

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

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