The Visitor Poem by Dorsey Baker
The Visitor
The wrinkles
in his face
look hard like
chiseled in stone
he is coming
through the gate
body moves slow
as if
carrying a very
heavy weight
his eyes
bloodshot red
a heavy drinker
he chews
his chewing gum
tasty flavored
his teeth
very decayed and discolored
chain smoker
and devoted coffee
drinker
he is a neighbor to me
but to himself
he is
so much a stranger!
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