do you miss the ocean
she asks
I wasn't listening

cars
vanish in a cloud
of dust

glittering water
spectacular snowy wings
lifting vibrant white

a foggy morning
the men
hunt their next meal

tiny cries
from a wooden cradle
years of prayers

dogs in the park
shaking off the chill
to see what's new

the road sings
to those who listen
waiting for sunrise

early morning
low fog
the boat awaiting

dead branches
of a tree they planted
hopefulness

her mother's rosary
on bended knees
she finds faith

orange pigeons fly
pull, aim, fire, shatter applause
orange pigeon down

her fingers
weathered and wrinkled
thimble