So I learn to wait
like the trees that grow and wave in the wind
endless now, sometimes I can, sometimes not.
I feel myself stir.
can’t be real unless something’s happening
a woman, people, travel…distractions all
pleasant enough when they come for free
but much too costly when I seek them
So I learn to wait
feel this moment on my skin
without the cage of acceptable conditions.
just this one, whatever it is.
gallagher
17 oct 83
irvine
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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