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1985-02-12

Tuesday, February 12th, 1985 
            Time moving quicker each day
            memories so fresh they make me ache
            as they recede ... two years, three?
            When does the 'recent' (past tense)
            give way to a fixed and remote history?
            "Ah, this!", Bhagwan says.
            This moment, as those, to cup to our lips
            to cherish it all;
              the receding past,
              the current moment,
              and the promised future.
            Here, on the razor's edge,
            here I must love it all.
            And,
               if I ache for the past,
            I will love the ache
            and feel, with passion,
               that this is perfect too.
                                    gallagher
                                    12 Feb 1985

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-02-12

Tuesday, February 12th, 1985 
            Letters wing their way to me,
              caresses on paper, friends in words.
            The warmth is there
              even as the weeks and months roll by.
            My mother, friend, lover,
              is imperishably and gently expressed.
            Like a hand that caresses
              or a look that tells.
            How good it is we remember...
              and how good it is
                 that 'we' survive.
                                 gallagher
                                 12 feb 85
            - upon receipt of Janice's letter.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-02-13

Wednesday, February 13th, 1985 

            She works hard here in America
              raising her boy between shifts.
            The French songs take her back;
              she lies on the floor and goes 15 years…
            Paris in the summer of her 17th year.
              Songs and music and magic,
            passion in the air
              as rich as the voices in this music.
            A woman of 35 now with that same passion
              lies transported with memories
            and me, I can see that girl in this woman;
              I feel her there and here.
            She’s across those years now, away from me
              but I’m glad to catch her anywhere.
                                    gallagher
                                    13 Feb 1985
                                    – at Lise’s

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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