Til Her Daddy Takes Her T-Bird Away
Three seasons cluster in a single June day.
The thin man down the hall wears black cashmere
He tells women that theory will kill you
Without the heat and the leaves changing so fast
Can only blame a lack of pale lace
For pearls turning inward out of season
And a blue dowry lifted from
While the borrowed tux with tails across the hall
To find the man who gives this woman.