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Lori S. Maynard
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Date Posted: 13:25:49 09/01/02 Sun
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Just about this time, I should be in Ligonier
Throwing out my pitch to all who’ll hear
While ticket holders push their way
And the sun burns the edge of day…
I should be on that asphalt when night draws near.
Four years since I’ve seen that city scene
Underneath the awning, if you know what I mean.
But folks don’t understand at all
The world beyond that traveling wall
Instead, I was considered just a city fiend.
Now in suburbia, I rest a traveler’s head
The old map I had back then is shriveled up and dead.
Carnival days echo followed by haunting carnival nights
The machinery, the diesel clouds, able to touch the heights.
Right now, I should be in Ligonier, lost on those streets
Spilling out a pitch to people, my game, if they could beat.
That was the twilight of the season as our routes did wind down
And we’d find our weekly solitude in that northern town.
Now, I know they’re up there and I’m stuck in my new home
Cursed steady by Saint Christopher to never again roam.
Now longer in the carnival, now industrial engineer
But I always sigh soft to myself; I should be with them in Ligonier.
©September 1, 2002 Lori S. Maynard
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