Poetry

December 1, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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.

 

 

 

 

 

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Rick Davis

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

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