Slumping tweedcapped on his bench

gnarled mottled hands on walkingstick,

far off she wandered, swaying slightly.

Lithe and lovely with slim brown thighs

tantalisingly appearing disappearing

from slits in a flowery gipsy dress,

a cascade of breezeblown dark hair.

 

He saw a gracious gust remove the dress,

another the tiny lacy things, and then a vision!

She came to him open for everything

all of her available for his delight.

 

Suddenly his head dropped brusquely forward

and his eyes opened, seeing her now gone.

A little disappointed, but damply gratified,

serenely he nodded off again.