There’s something here with Lise.
Perceptions cast against the backdrops
of our agings and experiences
mourning patience against the morning light
Warm smiles that have seen much
shared stories of families and our lives.
The flicker of low fires against the wind.
Honesties and compassion
realisms and understandings
born of the child’s long passage
thru the others and our years
no longer preparing to conquer the world
but still deeply pressed into living it.
gallagher
27 Nov 84
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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