The Caller Who Waited Near the Gate
I told him he was foolish to be stopping
outside our house. He told me he could wait
and there remained with sun behind him dropping. . .
For hours the young man stayed there near the gate
while waiting for my dear but fickle sister.
I never would have guessed that young man’s fate. . .
For there appeared late night to meet that mister
the lass who’d kept him waiting for so long.
I saw through parted blinds the caller kissed her.
Endurance served him well. I’d reckoned wrong!
For Catie Lindsey's "Beautiful Form" contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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