When I am rich enough... I will have you near me... perhaps in the outer office, shuffling paper, clicking a mouse or, if I am more fortunate, in the kitchen, of my house fashioning a crêpe, or, if fate will have it, a sunbed on the lawn you lift a glass, stifle a yawn, oh darling - look - see the fawn our forest, lake, gymnasium, one of Yoko's sad acorns, glass cased, we pass, in the atrium