David Francis
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A Closed-Mouth Kiss
Her eyes have sleep in them, her lips are misshaped; looking out the window this section of the city's clock with the correct time on one side, on the other not, she sips the wine and leaves off sipping. At the corner we part with a quick kiss, I have faith in her kiss though we live apart.
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| Nightmarish Building
an arsenal you could not see above the mortarish wall though it filled a block and had an entrance the other side was longer and needed maintenance there black city birds nested I was interested but could not explain to you how I found it an avenue later as we got lost and left our map on a grocery sill and evening fell we went our way back to our wonderful room before dark using the nightmarish building as a landmark
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| In a Storm
In an unfurnished apartment on the 6th floor we spent the night with a white heater on wheels the shutters beat disturbing neighbors as well as ourselves
it was black spacious as a museum we heard the sound of a child flying by the separation of the sleeping bags was unendurable as if twilight itself
In the morning I went to the window and found silent small snow flakes that might get in a man's eye in a story
the boards of the construction outside the window were diagonal so that upon each was snow
the nursery windows were lit across the forecourt and the alphabets were on the walls
the spire was hoary and conical
the tiny birds far down below and oh! the ground is proper white
the children of the city play in shoulder formation and their voices reach up and down stairs but volley into the sky
as well
Mirth and the desire to photograph mingle and course through the morning
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