Blind White House

happiness v. wealth

Rehearsed civility

Was the price she paid

For the velvet grass

On which she laid,

 

Watching under the shadow

Of a blind white house,

Arms spread wide,

And eyes

Watching the stars

And laughing that

         

            They are so free

            And not dressed in

            Fine satin as she

 

In her rehearsed civility

The price she paid

For the Velvet Smile

On which she laid:

 

A moonlit mile.