Saturday morning! Gives a belief in
My fingers curled around coffee cup's protection.
Freedom from steady chores of every day,
Makes me a determined Gauguin at play.
Easy I float along this quiet stream of thought,
Not even remembering how it was bought.
Oh, I love my work, don't get me wrong,
Still, to this heavenly revelry, Saturday I belong.
Stretched out and curled again like a cat,
Saturday morning, "where it's at."