Weather low or…
Hemmingway come to the wall
Dark gray afternoon
tight stomach, poised
against an indefinite moment
Here, from everything that’s gone before,
the music plays, the wheels turn.
I should find what I seek here
with my small companion
and memories of the masters
and these hours that wait
for my response.
gallagher
1 mar 86
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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