November 16, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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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



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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