Poetry

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By

Rick Davis

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telling your story.

inclusiveness.

sustainability.

post-modernism.

perhaps,

but I am most alive

when creating

and helping another.

september morning

light sprinkles

your silvery hair

dissolving mild

cloud fractals.

avocado trees.

my mind is weed-filled

and wild.

the sun is gold

as a tooth.

groggy, i walk gently

and touch you.

you unseal my lips.

my idealism

my idealism is like

bare feet in summer grass

and blossoms

that drift like stars

resisting water-hazards

of apathy.

my idealism

is like city lights

that speckle wet streets

with vibrant paint.

stuck in right-wing mud

my nights grow

sleeplessly long,

but with loving-kindness

moonlight seeps

through dancing clouds.

neighborhood walk

the air is alive.

morning is a perfect

drop of gold honey.

oaks branch

like nerve endings.

i pray Kaddish

to mortality

and disappear

into a loving photo,

admiring the

lipstick-red hibiscus.

my dreams have wings.

Rick Davis

Rick (Richard) Davis is married and lives in the Logan Square neighborhood of Chicago with his wife. He graduated from Northeastern Illinois University, and has completed several graduate programs. He has published over 600 poems.