Kay Francis

The one good thing about our good-bye
is knowing there will be another hello.
I can close my eyes and remember
your deep sigh,
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Loathing tomorrow,
Your expected departure
Cuts me to the quick
Survival is uncertain
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On metallic wings of hope,
violent noise propels man
through clouds of faith,
through the troposphere
...

I placed an imaginary rainbow
in the sky for you today.
I hope you pretended to see it
from your airplane window.
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It feels
surreal
each time I remember
our first kiss so tender,
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The braided trinity of us
rests like a silky, ebony plait
across the breast of
Mother Earth.
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Go to the forest; sate your present need,
If on perfect love, you care not to feed.
Spend your nights under wintry-black skies
If less comfort is found where true love lies.
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Pungent fresh-pine scented breezes
Slither between boughs of cedar,
Leaving frigid kisses to ride
Fragrant laurel chilled by winter
...

Standing tall, always reaching towards God
you are firmly planted
in the rough, rocky soil of my life.
You wrap me in your winter warmth
...

The sand of your spent day
trickles through
the thin chambers of time
and lies waiting for me
...

Observing the world
around me today,
I realize our love
is in its fourth season.
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Take a walk with me
into the forest at twilight
Drape your arm around
my withering shoulders
...

Nine thousand miles
and twelve hours
separate us
without exaggeration
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A recent trip to the emergency room
set me back fifteen hundred dollars
and then some.
How I bitched and moaned about
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We found the Painted Lady in repose,
lying on a blanket of floral lace,
her Chagall-like wings spread wide,
lifelessly still, waiting for him to descend
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At the end of a meandering path
skirting the garden,
faries skinny-dip in private.
Levitating above a vine
...

Under a Marlow half-moon,
modern-masters met
to drink, eat, and revise
in search of permanent perfectiion.
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