1985-02-13

            She works hard here in America
              raising her boy between shifts.
            The French songs take her back;
              she lies on the floor and goes 15 years…
            Paris in the summer of her 17th year.
              Songs and music and magic,
            passion in the air
              as rich as the voices in this music.
            A woman of 35 now with that same passion
              lies transported with memories
            and me, I can see that girl in this woman;
              I feel her there and here.
            She’s across those years now, away from me
              but I’m glad to catch her anywhere.
                                    gallagher
                                    13 Feb 1985
                                    – at Lise’s

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-02-13

               Lise…
               The thought of her
               is becoming magic.
               Her eyes and skin
               and spirit begin to pull at me
               with an anticipation
               born of love.
               Smiles now burn at the thought of her
               and the feeling inside
               when she looks at me
               is such a deep echo.
                                 gallagher
                                  13 Feb 1985

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1985-02-13

         Dreams Log
         13 Feb 85
         – sound:
            “Down beneath the fungus wars the world
            will be a better place someday.”
         – visual:
            Guinea pig with a fake rabbit’s tail attached to its
            nose.  It thinks its God.
         – What I was doing:
            Watching the guinea pig, like a child, over a barrier
            in the garage.
         – Emotional content:
            Happy and watchful.
         – Feeling upon awaking:
            Silly … then connections occur to me re: Walford’s
            maximum lifespan theory.
                                       gallagher
                                       13 Feb 85
         – recollections of a dream.

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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