My Idealism, by Rick Davis

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.

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