I would love to be with her,
Under heat of sun, and
Not these gloomy gray clouds.

I would love to walk with her,
On a sandy smooth beach, with
No rocks or a sewage stench.

I would love to laugh at her,
Fixed against a fridge's open door,
Instead of the slamming ones here.

I would love to see her soon,
All suntanned and golden, kissing
Me, impatient and pale -

Jamie F. Nugent