(Swans - September 9, 2013)
I was dreaming, enjoying the evening...
also: I'm one of those who needs the air
and there was less and less of it up there;
besides, soon the blizzard would be heaving
and, for missed opportunities, grieving,
we, and so I stood on the stoop's brick stair,
a little overstayed, the worse for wear,
like a loom tired of being for weaving.
Down the still street, up came a dark figure
who crossed and I tried not to catch his eye
nor to shift from my place self-consciously—
the more decent the man, dread's the bigger
despite the absence of malice or plan:
yes there is such an awkwardness in man.
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David Francis has produced three albums of songs, one of poems, ALWAYS/FAR, a chapbook of lyrics and drawings, and the film Village Folksinger. His poems and stories have appeared in a number of US and UK magazines. His Web site is http://davidfrancismusic.com. He lives in New York City. (back)