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.