I’m the long corridor down which my father steps to grasp the hands of my sons. Because of me he knows the way. His footsteps beat inside me like a heart.
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On My Way From Ohio To Florida To Visit My Parents I Stop At The Days Inn In Ringgold, Georgia And Write This Poem
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June 1984
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