by Clinton Van Inman
It was no accident my coming here,
They must have known long before
I wandered to their farmhouse near
That I would soon knock upon their door.
Call it more than a good neighbor’s sense
In snow to leave the porch lamp lighted
Or post the sign on their picket fence,
For all those lost are all always invited.
© 2012 Clinton Van Inman
Clinton Van Inman is 65, was born in Walton-on-Thames, England, and graduated from San Diego State University in 1977 with a degree in philosophy. (Don’t laugh, so did TS Eliot) He still works as a high school teacher in Tampa. One of the few last standing Beat poets, he is trying to get a collection of poems together for future publication called, “Far From Out” or “One Last Beat.” Recent publications include the Tower Journal, Essence, The Warwick, Journal of Victorian Poetry, Yes Poetry, Poetry, Out of Four, and Black Cat Poetry. Some of his poems have been recently read on YouTube by Janet K. of Down in the Dirt magazine, which publishes many of his poems.
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