A WELL TRAVELED HEART

THE TALL STRANGER

gardenia

Written by

Cynthia M. Sheward

in

When the tall stranger 
steps into my kitchen in his tux
asks for coffee and brioche,
I’ll slip up to my room
don my gown, plait my hair 
curl with a favorite book
in my reading chair.
With wind brushing my skin
soft music in the air,
I won’t invite him in.
But when his face appears,
I’ll smile and say
“Darling, I’ve been waiting here.”

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3 responses to “THE TALL STRANGER”

  1. Becky Ross Michael Avatar
    Becky Ross Michael

    Reads beautifully, Cynthia! Not sure I would have known the topic if I hadn’t read your tags. Makes perfect sense…

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  2. Cynthia M. Sheward Avatar
    Cynthia M. Sheward

    Thank you, Becky. Perhaps I was a bit too vague.

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  3. Becky Ross Michael Avatar
    Becky Ross Michael

    I didn’t mean to infer that was a negative, Cynthia. I think that ambiguity in writing is sometimes a good thing for readers to imagine their own meanings.

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