Tapestries surround me … richness and texture— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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
Archive for the ‘Long Beach’ Category
1978-01-09
Monday, January 9th, 19781978-01-12
Thursday, January 12th, 1978Old Sol rises up and finds me here— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
though I’ve abused the night
and wasted the best of my hours
unrepaired and pressing
for more than I can sustain.
The day breaks and I’m unworthy,
not risen, well slept, to be born again
but bedraggled and haunted by the hours past.
We’ve risen so often together
I running through the alleys and park trees
and Sol above the poles and steeples.
First flush, just we two, in the crisp morning air
through the sleeping parkland and dew laden grass
the cool air against sweat and muscles
you open it all up to me
again and again.
gallagher
jan 12 78
1978-01-24
Tuesday, January 24th, 1978college faces pass in a swirl— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
the semester’s just begun
I’m looking at the girls
how much clearer I see now
than I did when I began
the stories are plainly written
most I see and understand
I’m so sad to know I’m aging
I can’t indefinitely understand
I’m drifting from the college years
they sift away like sand
almost imposter, watcher, here
wanting to play again.
gallagher
jan 24, 78
CSULB