Poetry

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.