We hurried across the bridge to a further bus stop and we met no one-- why did we walk so fast? I asked my two or three questions in between the night and the dewy grass: what is the meaning of death? Why don't we ponder it with our joined breath? And your birthday and your actual name: why were they bracketed by Tomorrow? And that delirious journey on that empty bus-- why didn't I declare more than sorrow and grab you and risk loss instead of veil my cowardice with songs and miss your rainbow?
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. http://davidfrancismusic.com