Eastern Fire
Helen ... unfolds like a flower ... stories pass her lips to my wonder ... I,
so unseeing behind my blind passions ... had no conception
of her spirit or her beauty or her depth before
She easily matched me because she is the same
logical and controlled and passionate and willful, all together
her secret spaces eluded my empathy and I thought it to be the culture
But in the soft light, after, she told me of her coming
of Toronto and Vancouver and the places she left behind
and of her lover and of the Canadian strawberry fields
One hundred pounds of fire and logic silhouetted in my doorway
black raven's hair; the light plays on her face thru my new understandings
and I smile to see what a good friend has been my lover all along.
gallagher
07-28-78 - about helen k.
long beach
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —