Long Odds
. for public domain
Under a lamppost near a street corner,
well after sunset, flipping a quarter,
waiting the glimmer, a faint window light,
across the dark street and up just a flight,
he paid no mind to the ice and the drizzle,
glaring though pain as hard as a chisel.
Would she in anger leave with her promise,
prove he was only a vain doubting Thomas?
Passersby gave him hardly a glance,
shrugged their shoulders to a stooge in a trance,
one thing for certain, this man and his plight,
win her or lose her, it would be a long night.
Copyright © William Coyne | Year Posted 2021
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