Summer Rose
Come July and the long summer wind
she called me
needed to hear a voice that could hear her
talked of confusion and the summer doldrums
the lover inbetween days she felt
and she considered what it was … this waiting
and I heard her in the wires,
her memories walking thru me,
between the murmuring words,
talking to me after the winter time
from so far away
about distance and summer … about time
gallagher
27 jul 78 – long beach
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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