I’ll buy a little house on a corner
One with back windows that look out onto the edge of the woods
And flower beds in front of the porch.
I’ll keep a yellow-straw broom on that porch
And sweep every summer morning
Brushing away the dust of the night and dew of the morning.
I’ll find an old coaster seat and
Sit in the morning sun and in the evening shade
Wait for the mailman
Watch the breeze bend the branches of the lindens
And feel the coming of the rain
I will rest my bones and know my neighbors
And call hello to those who walk past.
I will leave the windows open on warm nights
So the aroma of the trees and the flowers and the earth
Can reach me
And I will sleep without dreaming
I’ll buy an old house
Whose halls have known the footfalls
Of happy years.