A REFUGE FOR POETS WHO WRITE IN THE LYRIC TRADITION,
WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC
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NOTT TERRACE INCIDENT
I saw a former love today,
But I turned my head and walked away.
I wonder if she too saw me,
And just pretended not to see.
The flower that I once embraced,
I cannot speak right to her face.
I wouldn’t know just what to say,
So I turn my head and I walk away.
Is this the way that a romance ends?
Those who once were lovers can’t be friends?
I saw a former love today,
But I turned my head and I walked away.
Schenectady, New York, 1974
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