Honeydew Sherbet

Honeydew Sherbet 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