Down the patio walk,
white stones, through the garden,
under the trellis toward me
yellow frock, yellow hair
rising and falling
I lie in my lawn chair,
spoon honeydew sherbet, sip
pink ade from a tall glass,
cubes circling
She is almost upon me
I look up and I tell her
I have sand, sea, skies, laughs,
all paid for and nothing
nothing at all to do.
Donal Mahoney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daydream-43/
