lonely heart pines
follow the tire tracks
swerving across the empty field
down around the bend
just beyond the break
you’ll see all the signals unread
the bridge may still be burning,
but cross it anyway
there you’ll find me
head in hands
heart on sleeve
wondering why
i ever left.
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Edward L. Canavan is a Los Angeles based poet whose work has most recently
been published in Poetry Quarterly, Cholla Needles, and Spillwords.
His second poetry collection entitled “Protest and Isolation” was
released by Cyberwit Press in July 2020.
Born and raised in the Bronx, NY, he currently resides in North Hollywood,
California, where he practices Buddhism and listens to Son House.
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