Frank Stanford

(1948 - 1978 / Mississippi / United States)

The Intruder - Poem by Frank Stanford

In the evenings they listen to the same
tunes nobody could call happy
somebody turns up at the edge of town
the roses bloom
and an old dinner bell rings once more
under the thunder clouds
In front of the porch posts of the store
a man seated on a soda water case
turns around and spits and says
to everybody
in his new set of clothes
holding up his hands
as long as I live nobody
touches my dogs my friends

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 4, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 4, 2014

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