Pausing partway through the parlor
She pens a poem then places it aside.
The sadness of the story makes her sigh.
A streak of silver slides out of her eye.
Walking to a window she watches the warm and weatherd sky
And moves her melancholy mood outside
To hang like hand washed hand-me-downs on high
All laundered lies and love notes on her line
Over grass that's growing greener all the time
From soaking summer storms and sweet sunshine.
A fragrant flower's full bloom does she find
Its perfect petals peaceful in her mind
So she sit herself beside its stem and smiles
Remembering her red dress,
her regrets
and her reasons for the night.
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