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1977-09-28 read to the cadence of

Wednesday, September 28th, 1977
                                            to the cadence of
                                            Paul Simon's
                                            "I do it for your love"

         We were young, she was just a teen
         we fell in love in some distant dream.
         I remember the hours then
         full of love of a younger ken.
         Tumbled dreams of another day
         houses where we lived, the things we'd say,
         all gone down in the endless play.
         I do recall her love.

         The years we had now seemed so smooth
         but memories always seem to lose
         the edge of what really happened then
         when we learned to love and we had to bend.

         But people never really lose themselves
         The benders bend and abuse themselves
         and at some point we have to choose ourselves.
         I do recall her love.

         We were young, she was just a teen
         I remember her, my distant dream.
         She loved me then when love was all
         and I never felt I could ever fall.

         But through the years the bitter lines
         formed where love, ...her love met mine
         and she came to see I was not her dream
         and all our years were not as they seemed
         and I remember all I've lost.

         Her dreams have woken, our stars uncrossed
         but if I ever get the chance again
         then I'd fall in love and start again.
                                 gallagher
                                 28 September 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1977-10-02

Sunday, October 2nd, 1977

         ever lasting conjunction
         we walk through each other and melt
         into the next moment
         we wait, on the move,
         form ourselves and change
         all in anticipation
         that something will come of it
         the weeks and months and years
         are the backdrop to this now
         which we ever wait for
         surely there must be more ....
         Godot once told me this story
         but I had lent my ear to Gautama
         who was giving away poses
         to pass the waiting, with a smile.

                           gallagher
                           10-02-77

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1977-10-20

Thursday, October 20th, 1977

         Seven years ago today I got out of the service
         and I can remember, like it was yesterday.
         Rose and I, driving north through central Texas,
         eating the fried chicken she'd made for the trip.
         We were going to Barry and Carol's in New Mexico,
         we were going to L.A. to visit,
         we were going to Eureka to live and go to school.
         Freedom on that day from four years of service,
         I was walking tall.
         Now I'm here in a laboratory,
         looking out at Palos Verdes
         and its like a time jump from there to here.
         How did I come to be here and where did Eureka go?
         What became of all my dreams of freedom
         and why are Rose and I living apart now?

                                 gallagher
                                 20 Oct 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —