I can go to where the faces
turn in and out of my life...
A lover's parade for nothing
but the experience of change.
I could clutch after their beauty
thru incredible passages
of beginings and endings
tasting of their essences...and absences
of that poignant something
inside of each of us.
Til their faces would spin older
and my years shorter
until their essences had escaped them all
from the absence of more
than just passing faces.
gallagher
1 jul 75
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —