a poem by brian francis

Our City


elephants on parade
jasmine’s silver and
jade bracelets
move in unison
sketched words
whisper soundtrack
headphone clutch
still pray the old
fashioned way
mean it
moving further
from sequins
on the gown
our city without
sleep always
conversation halves
whomever answers
soft power
brown-outs
pulse march elephants
on parade     lover  
I am coming home
exhausted.



 

Brian Francis is a Cave Canem fellow from New York City. He graduated from the University of Pittsburgh with a degree in Creative Nonfiction and is currently an MFA candidate at NYU.