These days pass like showers of silver
through my fingers
and I ache for them
remembering so many empty days.
Loving them, intense spectacles,
writing them, ghost images remain;
passing images, exquisite moments,
Lise.
gallagher
11 June 85
– on mushrooms with Lise.
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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