Voices on the Wind Voices in Tribute
Strange Lives by David Francis She lives with a man who stays up all night, sleeps in between his two rooms burning bright, shares his moods and hours spent waiting to write; and the years pass, on their seasonal rounds: old music, their voices, the traffic sounds inhabit their world of nuptial bounds; and displayed are the photos on the wall, all of the epochs hagiographical, the personal empire, the rise and fall. What is strange, though, in the still of the night is how fate has chosen thus to alight, scaring, like pigeons, all options to flight… for though the earth has its dull constancy -- night following day, again, endlessly -- human wills fluctuate like the economy; given this, the reasons may be virtues that cement her continuing to choose the lighted rooms with their dark window views.