Reknitting the sun

Satarlee the Saturdays passed by
Opening kitchen byrooms of sound
Sure as a shoehorn dipping surprise
And underneath the sunshine broke through
Shattered shards leaving ground of light
Some combusted coalbeque
And the lightning rods shot and the rain paned
Removing glasses from head and walls
"Tupperance", one said, but no one knew what he meant
Went on with his carving meatballs from ivory
Satarlee the Saturdays passed
Sandblasting wine early winter fall spring
And when it was over the tulips were picking
Straws from the raspberries, none of the kissing
The lamps the windows from head to walls
And the ramps were over, the curbs were done
Satarlee passed reknitting the sun.

Denis Streeter 7/22/11