Friday, February 06, 2009

Saturday Morning

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.

1 comment:

Tamara said...

Hehehehe... I've always loved this poem.