On The Plain by David Francis
On the Plain The wind has drowned out the footsteps behind me and the telephone lines go my way like trees beside a road -- I am looking for the ones that cross. I see tall buildings in the distance: there's nothing to obscure them. I realize the past is not what I want; but I'm lonely. I want to stop. I want to go back. I'm tempted to. But I have to catch up, carrying a heavy load. Biography: David Francis has produced five albums of songs, one of poems, and "Always/Far," a chapbook of lyrics and drawings. His film "Village Folksinger" has been screened in New York, Texas, Connecticut and England. David's poems and stories have appeared in a number of journals and anthologies. http://davidfrancismusic.com/