The morning wind
When the morning wind has come again
to rattle my window pane
and the morning fog to make
the dream gray world the same
the winter's chain it holds me
in a house overseeing dead grass
I lay by my lady, spoons cupped
my arm around her
breathing the cleaness of her hair
dreaming...
Of naked highways
thru razor mountains
of my aching muscles
and eyes that squint in salt
dreaming...of lust for my other lady
who will wait for me
when the season's turned.
And I will go
and stand above the tree line
on some mountain's flank
to be where only high contrails
mar 2 billion years of natural selection
and remembering indian thoughts
I'll put my watch in my pocket.
Two ladies love me in this life
and I can give them neither all
for while one lies enfolding me
I hear the other's call.
gallagher
23 feb 72
Long Beach
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —