Dead Orchard Poem by Frank Stanford

Dead Orchard



Like seven birds sleeping on the plateau
Overlooking the shipwreck of love, mystery
Of the drunken visitors wandering off
With your wife, men who talk with a bad accent,
The condemned the abandoned, one day of silence,
Two days of silence, dreams shattered and protected,
The more the blossoms the more you suffer.

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Frank Stanford

Frank Stanford

Mississippi / United States
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