Poetry

Gage Skidmore photo

By

Rick Davis

upon watching trump’s puppets

they play the lottery

of god’s —

their rain is an old

funeral choir –

their breath is hollow

but looking at the mirror

my reflection is still there

and i find a red loving apple

inside,

so i resist and write,

becoming a peaceful

hole in sky.

Rick Davis

Rick Davis is a graduate of Northeastern Illinois University, and several graduate programs.  He is married, and has over 700 published poems.