Sanguine

Her words were,

at first, indecipherable,

as the low pressure of the pleasant day

gave her voice a clear path up to my window.

Initially, I was convinced

it was happiness felicity joy

that swept over her. I smiled

and went to the window.

I was able to make out a few words then:

"I feel so taken advantage of..."

she shouted--red-faced and in tears--

and I learned that I'm an optimist.