Ever more cryptic this grows
“We entertain each other” and
“I’ll do it all”.
The girl’s so complex in her thoughts
I cannot find my place
she’s got a dowery, she wants a man
she craves understanding, her words are soft as sand
she dances blindly and poses if she can
she speaks directly but never touches land
The process passes understanding,
resolve it if you can…
I wait a sign from her,
uncertain where I stand
the decisions are all interlocked
shall I sit or shall I stand?
gallagher
aug 30, 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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