SamadhiMuse

                     Mood Swing Preface
         I grit my teeth … gear down to low
         the pressures build … I’m stronger, though
         The winter’s whip, its lonely hour
         I’m in its grip and I feel its power
         turn my collar, stiffer squint
         “waiting is” for the first summer’s hint
         the older lines in the mirror mock
         I wait for love ‘beneath the winter’s walk
                                       gallagher
                                       30 oct 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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