Winter always comes.
Dan told Sharon and me about he and Tiffany
and my heart ached for him.
His first love and pain and loss
and I doubt I’ve learned much
20 years on.
Outside, rain and gray skies.
Inside, somewhere, Joan receeds with a slow ache
and Sharon acends.
Softness and steel, enlightenment and caution.
My futures murmuring … ’89 finds me
unfocused and unsettled
falling in love with a moving target.
She calls out the best in me
but, sometimes, I just want her to hold me
and, sometimes, she does.
gallagher
4 jan 89
san juan capistrano
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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