The Day After Saturday

by EDWARD WATKINS
it is Sunday march and fair
people strolling here and there
stroll my body sun and air
everywhere
dogs are barking people sleep
rising churching time to eat
after last night lone debauched
sad or sweet
makes no difference all are one
all emergent from the loin
pieces cut from yet the cloth
cooks acooking are the broth
day composed of breasts and limbs
swinging thighs and hers and hints
spattered canvas stand and balk
or quiet with affection walk