Mar 26 2008
Now that it is spring I remember Lucy Lee
once upon a time, when the old people died,
we promised each other an eternity of love.
Then you had to go to France and in April
Paris is a perilous place, but I had to plough
the soil, sow grain and think of you
When you came back you said merci and oui,
there was a loss of innocence about you;
somehow the love between had gone stale
So I married another woman then, one who
could milk and feed cows, bend her knees
and pull up weed that strangulate carrots.
But it is spring Lucy Lee and I think of you,
and wonder where you are, perhaps you are
A dream because you are forever young.
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