A New View

A new view erases
60 years of lake gazing.
No side by side recliners left
to mark lovers' conversations past.
The gentle porch fan has gone;
central air blasts through.

Parking lots replace the curving drive
where guests use to arrive for
Sunday drives,
percolated cups of coffee,
radio broadcasts.

But swollen knuckles still grasp
corners of a pilled knit cardigan
and watery blue eyes focus sharply on the door
when footsteps bounce down sterile halls--
waiting for someone to bring
a bit of home.