
Willow, last to turn
First to colour green each spring
Waste no time to grow
Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Willow, last to turn
First to colour green each spring
Waste no time to grow
Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Will you take me home? To a place I belong? As I am afraid you would never treat me strong. I Have made many mistakes that speak me wrong. By these thoughts you have you have me lifelong. Wait and see; “By these nights you have the moon, the stars and the ohms of the […]
‘outlander, — Jojo Al-waealy

Narcissus can’t hold a candle
to me,
at once both King of Colorado —
entitled hobo of Nowhere.
Look there! That’s my face in the sky,
cacti and mesas my sole friends,
watching while I sift through the shards
of cultures few suspect.
Though none believe me now, riches
and the future are mine;
these silent silver craft
haunting me,
they’ll be all around you soon —
I am digging their past.
Copyright Francis Barker 2020

Beauty always fades
Nothing can last forever
We will stay the same
Copyright Francis Barker 2020