L. E. Francis


The last moments of the last day
drifting particles of sunlight filtered
through the echoing emptiness
between planets that had moved
only so close for only so long

& now went elsewhere to be
hidden away, holding our breath,
gone in a downstream float
through void & echo & empty,
we won’t shine forever, love

see me now or you may never;
see through all the ghosts, all
the clouds, all the wanting, all
these moving parts to being
alive, so easy to slip & fall

apart — to scatter & have all
our words wound into whisper,
into echo, into the hidden bones
that give shape to the universe,
but only after buried.




L.E. Francis is a multiple medium procrastinator living among the Washington Cascades. Her poetry has appeared in Mookychick, Nightingale & Sparrow, Marías at Sampaguitas, and Moonchild Magazine. Find her online at nocturnical.com.