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LOOKING FOR LINDA
on the highways of the heart
I drive myself back
after twenty absent years
over hard packed Long Island sand.
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Here in this peaceful pine grove
the past crashes through the silence
to echo from these solemn stones
and it is good to be back
among old friends and neighbors.
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The road surrounds three ovals
and in the third I find her name
on the unsuspecting granite
each letter chiseled on my heart.
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Here I fall and weep
tell her how sorry I am
and carefully place the roses…
the ones I have carried, clenched tight
for nineteen years.
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Richard G. Beyer
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Originally published in "The Reach Of Song," 1985, Georgia State Poetry Society.
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