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1972-02-23 The morning wind

Wednesday, February 23rd, 1972 
                          The morning wind
            When the morning wind has come again
            to rattle my window pane
            and the morning fog to make
            the dream gray world the same
            the winter's chain it holds me
            in a house overseeing dead grass
               I lay by my lady, spoons cupped
               my arm around her
               breathing the cleaness of her hair
               dreaming...
            Of naked highways
            thru razor mountains
            of my aching muscles
            and eyes that squint in salt
            dreaming...of lust for my other lady
            who will wait for me
            when the season's turned.
               And I will go
               and stand above the tree line
               on some mountain's flank
               to be where only high contrails
               mar 2 billion years of natural selection
               and remembering indian thoughts
               I'll put my watch in my pocket.
            Two ladies love me in this life
            and I can give them neither all
            for while one lies enfolding me
            I hear the other's call.
                                    gallagher
                                    23 feb 72
                                    Long Beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1973-10-10 Grace

Wednesday, October 10th, 1973 
                       Grace
      Perhaps I'm foolish to believe
      I understand grace
      but when she comes to me
      there's no doubt
      and when she leaves
      no mistake
      I can mark her presence by the absense
      and absence by the presence of life's cares
      She comes when my best is realized
      and yet she's not a steady mark
      for she'll run one step ahead of understanding
      and fade with time unfulfilled.
      She enfolds you unasked
      and hides when sought
      I believe she is the reward,
      undefined as it seems,
      to those who seek truth and love
      by creating and living their best dreams.
                           Gallagher
                           10 Oct 73
                           LBSC

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1975-03-10 Transfer High

Monday, March 10th, 1975 
                             Transfer High

            I hear the wind
              where others only see the leaves fall
            and I am, in some way
              the leaves and the wind
                 though I lack the difference
                    between them....

            I am some ever present sum
              at once complete and yet growing
            and as I become the leaves and the wind
              so they become me.

            I am the pattern, more and more
              focused on itself, learning its way,
            I am causality climbing itself
              looking for second sight,
            evolution about to
              find the mirror.

                              gallagher
                              10 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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