David Ford

Night in Africa

The globe on the windowsill
spins in the sun’s last hoorah.
And you are further away than ever—
somewhere in the rain-field
of our past we are dissolving.
It is night in Africa. Shadows tear
the paper from the wall.

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David Ford lives in London. He has had poems published in a wide range of magazines including Poetry Review, Rialto, Iota and New Contrast (South Africa). A collection of poems was published by the Happenstance Press in 2010.