Saturday Morning
by Hugo Williams
Everyone who made love the night before
was walking around with flashing red lights
on top of their heads--a white-haired old gentlemen,
a red-faced schoolboy, a pregnant woman
who smiled at me from across the street
and gave a little secret shrug,
as if the flashing red light on her head
was a small price to pay for what she knew.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Saturday Morning
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Poetry

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1 comment:
Hehehehe... I've always loved this poem.
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