Sometimes small boy dreams float over me
camping trips not taken, rocks not polished
days spent walking around someone
who will so quickly grow and move on
someone whose young disappointments
were only my laziness
baseball, racquetball, model building, Mexico
and he grows so well
in spite of all I’ve forgotten
to do.
gallagher
02-28-83
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
use the icons below to set links to articles you like
These icons link to social bookmarking sites where readers can share and discover new web pages.
This entry was posted
on Monday, February 28th, 1983 at 12:00 am and is filed under 1983, Dan, Rose, San Juan Capistrano.
You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
