THIRTY-FIRST CATERWAUL

I looked in at the restaurant window Through which gleamed a medley of color— Diamonds, pearl pendants and rubies, And ruby and gold was the wine Blazing first in glasses rich-stemmed, Then blazoned bright in the glances Of women; Some with their husbands and fathers, Others leering and brazen— But my milk tasted sweeter Next morning, for to the poor All things are pure!