Sometimes small boy dreams float over me
camping trips not taken, rocks not polished
days spent walking around someone
who will so quickly grow and move on
someone whose young disappointments
were only my laziness
baseball, racquetball, model building, Mexico
and he grows so well
in spite of all I’ve forgotten
to do.
gallagher
02-28-83
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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