Out between the balconies a dressStill drying off the wet;The flowers have not yetRaised their lowered heads back toward the sunAnd the floral patterns runDown hems carefully spunAnd when she lays back down, you won’t be in the roomA passerby won’t look beneath his feetAt the way the windows weepFrom the clothesline to the streetShe says, Who’ll notice me unpin itOr the song that my heart had kept so longFor the right man and I was wrong?It was a shame - do you remember?It was a shame - do you remember her?Did your hands get raw from trying to scrub the stainWith only suds going down the drain?A streak of scarlet tucked awayAnd in the mirror do you even recognizeThe double-circles of your eyes?Pull up the covers, blankets white(Zephaniah 3:14 - end)