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1981-02-14

Saturday, February 14th, 1981 
         Another time...another moment
           with indelible written on it
           the strobe flash of recognition
         amid the mindless progressions of moments...the day to day.

         A lifetime's change point bridging time and insignificance
           it brings to ground against the quiet paper.

         I run so hard most times and think so little
           our world's going to hell in a hundred ways
         and my loved ones and I wait near naked against its caprice
           nothing so precious here as their moments and their love
         and so much seems to escape me
           so much.

                                    gallagher
                                    14 Feb 1981

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1981-03-28

Saturday, March 28th, 1981 

            I’d like to write of love
            but I don’t know what to say.
            The feelings run so deep
            my words cannot convey.
            Drink of it the fullest draught
            these moment’s press the heart.
            Outlined against the measured play
            of certain clocks, entropic clay
            the light that burns from love’s release
            is the light that gives our hope belief.
                                    gallagher
                                    28 Mar 1981
                                    after seeing ‘The Jazz Singer’
                                    with Rose in San Diego

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1981-04-11

Saturday, April 11th, 1981 

         I hope this life sustains Rose.
           This one of coming and going
         this love for a week and then
           wait for two.
         I think of Chris and I’m always
           amazed at my thoughts
         small person with eyes
           of such potential and trust
         Loving Danny grew on me
           like the ivy that overcame the church
         but Chris has been a storm
           ever since Rose and I gave him his life.
         I hope she holds on
           all my life, or hers.
         Its the only feeling I have
           that runs deeper
              than the joy of living
           and its pleasures
              amen.
         I’ve been so reckless with it
           and I’ve been so lucky.
                              gallagher
                              11 apr 1981
                              Vancouver, B.C.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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