Waiting For The Letter

 Woman in white crepe –de- chine dress
Waits in the shadows of her gallery,
Looking for a letter to be delivered
An empty yellow boat is floating 
Down by the sun scorched river, 
 Rope tied to the stump, pulling taunt  
Coconut tree wilts, as if in need of shade
 Clouds run by, in the azure sky
 The woman thinks she hears something
Looks down the road to the corner,    
Sees a barefoot boy walking his goats
 Heading down to market; it’s Friday
She’s hoping for some good news today
 Heart beating faster and faster
 Blows on her hands anxious,
Looks to the sky flashing a prayer     
Then retreats back to the shadows