She awaits patiently

Sitting under her spacious canopy

Stares off silently

To the lighthouse in the distance

The white picket fence

The rocks on the bluff

She wears a white blouse with a blue collar and cuff. . . . .

That becomes. . . . .half undone.

Stars twinkle in her eyes

Momentarily distracted

Watches how a sea gull flies

The shore crabs reacted

A wave on the shore breaks

A deep longing breath she takes

She wears a white blouse with a blue collar and cuff. . . . .

That becomes. . . . .half undone.

She sights a ship coming shore

Sees it’s flag

Runs the more

Her long hair flows

Off her hat flies

Wide her joyous eyes

Doesn’t stop

Till she reaches the dock.

She opens the gate at the white picket fence

The ship still in the distance

And as this dream comes to an end

That white blouse floats away into the wind.

DWB ©2009