i want to live in a house
filled with plants
i want to bask in the warm sunlight
of an open window
and feel the cool breeze against my cheek
on a summer’s day
i want vines to drape across open doorways
and sunflowers
to greet my guests at the door
i want baby’s breath
to scatter their discarded buds on the floor
sprinkling my home in a little more love
and a little more hard work
and a little more happiness
i want succulents springing up
on every windowsill
i want rainy nights on the porch
talking to the trees
and looking out at the desert
on the horizon
in dreamy nostalgia
and i want the weeping willow like the one
i used to know
to dry its tears for a moment
if just to look at the setting sun