Lady in Orange

Outside at the Biograph
Brown eyes fail to read the bright marquee
Or see the orange skirt and the white blouse
Skitter past the life pooling on the street

An evening in Romania
King Carol strolls the street, girl in arm
Soviet soldiers calmly gathering
But nobody expects the storm

Be careful what you say
Be careful who you say it to
Or you
Might outstay your welcome

Reporters ask the wrong questions
A dozen flashes flare in empty eyes
Folks here still question who they belonged to
But only Ana knows who died