I Long (republished)

I long
For that sun-filled eagle-walled room
of a day
breathed briefly into my life
The sun laying quietly on the
Worn golden couch

I smell the outdoors-fresh pine trees
and hear the brook-water-trickle
sound of that
long ago
lost time

I see the croquet set
It lies lonely (red and blue and green balls
peal on the lawn) and
the hammock,
abandoned for the
afternoon-cool screened porch,
swings listlessly

I know the ice cubes melt
in a gin soaked paper cup
Next to the aluminum and nylon chaise-lounge
And pages fall,
flutter onto her lap
During her involuntarily nap