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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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1978-02-02

Thursday, February 2nd, 1978 

         I see her soft smile crushed
            and I feel her pain,
         reproach in her embrace,
            she says I should come back, why not?
         I want my life to get better at each juncture,
            going back to our marriage is not an advance.
         Her tender smiles would turn to bitterness
            and my dreams resign themselves to waiting, why?
         She thinks my lovers are the main reason why I won’t return
            and she doesn’t realize its more of one cloth.
         That the cold mornings and lonely afternoons
            are better now in my gut than our marriage could be.
         When…I see her hurt, I hurt, but I’m unmoved
            I love her and her presence in my life
         but I’m no longer malleable
            because of love.
         If she could love me, as I am, I could love her, as I am
            and it would all be enough, but…
         until then the hours are filled
            with pain and the pressure to change.
         She never found me so unreachable
            and she struggles to grasp my love
         which springs free and independent of need
            and I can only watch her pain
               and love her even as she tries to change me.
                                    gallagher
                                    feb 02, 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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