Saturday Morning


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.


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Saturday Morning