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A REFUGE FOR POETS WHO WRITE IN THE LYRIC TRADITION,

WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC




TIME TO BE GOING

In this town there is nothing to hold me.
I have been here for too long a time.
I began to believe in the lies people told me.
All I want is some peace of mind.

Iíve a woman who says that she loves me,
And that Iíll never see her again.
I will go where the crows fly in circles above me,
Far away, where my heart can mend.

Now it is time to be going,
Though I leave with a tear and a smile,
How long Iíll be gone I have no way of knowing,
But it could be a long, long while.

Sometimes I look for peyote,
And sometimes I wander up high
Where I follow the trails of the elk and coyote.
In the moonlight I hear them cry.

Sometimes I sleep in the canyons,
And sometimes I sleep in the caves,
And sometimes I long for a female companion,
But I donít know a soul that brave.

Now it is time to be going,
Though I leave with a tear and a smile,
How long Iíll be gone I have no way of knowing,
But it could be a long, long while.

Winthrop, New York, 1999



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