San Pedro’s empty, the day’s as gray as ice
friends departed…the feeling’s not nice
Kathy’s gone from Nichols now my lunch times lonely
I didn’t realize how her presence in a nearby room
had lent the air of caring to this harbor’s gloom
real beyond titles and real beyond roles
we could feel our emotions and touch and be friends
she had her problems and I, mine…
confusions and wantings…we crossed society’s lines
and if last names carried stories, our first names were fine
we never carried expectations beyond the easy times
time conspires, the winter unwinds itself
the lines to friends grow distant and fine
some node born of autumn in the shorter day’s winds
is drawing me straight thru it
my current conjunction of sins
gallagher
1 oct 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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