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Francine Walls
NOVELIST & POET


Departure
His scent lingers near his bedroom door, I sniff the air – a startled deer – then feel his absence in the molted room. #DeathValley...


Wing-Beat in the Grand Canyon of the Colorado
You have said your good-byes like prayers, used to the words on your lips; your child has the shape of your eyes, but the shade of...


Prism
tosses off colors, swirling, a flutterance – no thought of loss or want or farewell, brilliance for a shilling or a dime or naught...
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