Mood Swing Preface
I grit my teeth … gear down to low
the pressures build … I’m stronger, though
The winter’s whip, its lonely hour
I’m in its grip and I feel its power
turn my collar, stiffer squint
“waiting is” for the first summer’s hint
the older lines in the mirror mock
I wait for love ‘beneath the winter’s walk
gallagher
30 oct 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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