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1978-01-09

Monday, January 9th, 1978 
            Smile and flow, touch our cells
               streams of time bound in form, we
            the seeds of suns burn in our eyes
               cast in the relief of these moments
            children of chance, the best of nonsense
               laughing it all away
            we run on and down scarlet streamers
               universes dying to become real
            our cells are our templates, timeless
               behind these moments, our loves, our deaths
            I love our smiles which never cease
               and as our passion bears us again
                  the ground waits beneath us forever
                              gallagher
                              01-09-78 - about helen k.
                              long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1978-01-09

Monday, January 9th, 1978 

         Tapestries surround me … richness and texture
            I feel blessed
         Helen grows more beautiful with the months …
            the rainy afternoon I rode thru to be here, soaked
               to be here warm when she came
         a warm space and time between two lives so different
         And Rose, so much a part of me
            let me stray for just a few hours
         and I see how beautiful she always is
            her hair, her face, her body, her hips
               her spirit, her little girl, her mother
         all of her just by being in my life blesses me
            her love, her nature, her lack of pretense.
                              gallagher
                              01-09-78 – for two ladies
                              long beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1978-03-30 30 mar 78

Thursday, March 30th, 1978 

                           30 mar 78
      Sudden end of love
         she found us mingled in the aftermath of passion
            and it nearly killed us all
         broken glass, broken bed, broken heart
            when they left
               and left me to clean up
      The moment’s past and I could feel a node
         had gone down
      history resettled, fortunes changed
         and all of who I was altered
            tomorrow’s an unknown again
      Rose likely will not speak to me again
         Kathy left our initial encounter amid flying glass
            and Kim called and departed, unfulfilled
         and, for me, tomorrow waits
            to see what they’ll all make of this
      No help in the morning, my loans are called in
         and some months will be needed to heal us all
            if anything can.
                              gallagher
                              30 mar 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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