Standing on a balcony in pink sequins
Clover waiting silently.

The sound of crickets
Wind.

She looked out into the distance
Dreaming of a bigger place.

The doorbell rang
Entered a well dressed man.

Clover's mother tied and taunted her
They drove away in Davis's fancy car
As he drank whiskey from a flask.

A ball, a ball
Large white flowers
An array of sunny polka dots
Pink and purple tulle
All of the white faces dancing
Into their privilege.