Oz
Poetic lady … Kansas and Oz …
two reflections of the same thing
in our eyes … changing life.
That you can sometimes change
from one to the other
what does it matter …
stand still and they will both blow by
I’m a little bitter or melancholy, perhaps
I’ve been pressing the Oz out of life so long now
that all I hear are the lonely rumblings
of my emotional freight trains running thru the nights
some coming … some going.
Their whistles scream “Oz” … “Oz”
their journeys always end in Kansas
Not too long ago
I thought I was better than conventional love
and I left the fireside to run for the trains, repeatedly
but now I doubt that I was up to it … love …
trains always drop you in Kansas
and Kansas ain’t much without firesides.
Gallagher
Long Beach thinking about Kathi K.
05-23-78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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