GUESTS
It was no accident my coming here,
They must have known long before
I wandered to their farmhouse near
That soon I’d 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 the picket fence,
For those in need are all invited.
ECLIPSE
Through cracks in old cabin wood
The sun’s eclipse ran across my floor
Like a garland of little golden smiles.
Perhaps the sun was all the whiles
Trying to show me something more
Than any store bought telescope could?
BLADE OF GRASS
When the blade of grass
Shot up through the tar
On the driveway where
I park my car,
I asked if there
Was some mistake?
But loving grass
More than tar
I spared him
From my rake.
Clinton Van Inman is a high school teacher in Hillsborough County, Florida. He is 65 and a graduate of San Diego State University. Mr. Van Inman was born in England. He has had many publications throughout the years. Recent publications are Blackcatpoem.com, Tower Journal, The Hudson View, Winter 2011, Inquisition Poetry, and Munyari.com to name a few. These poems are included in his future book called, “The Last Beat.” He believes we Beatniks are a dying breed.
