it is done

there was nothing left in the school
a dried muffin and a spool
the fool was empty and the food had gone
the sad behind the counter
exit stencil without harm
one deck to another
why reshuffled
it wasn't the answer they desired
not enough for the soul
a tunic contrived a flying cap
the ribbon wasn't called
writing above the wheel
just a shine in the storm
drinking kettles the fire was burning
when stealing the sand
rafter change the table set
chairs the stools rearranged
a bit of shelter
the weather changed the fools yipped the wolves mange
half were green and half were blue
they hadn't changed their tails
the weather eaten fireflies to horse
stars sent eaches to far kept bars
tar reach grab of ocean
whining under moonshine
cryptic goats shivering reins
pains in scotch where rivers fly
shadowing the knows with the nots
risk was shirking no one gleaning
weather shoved a dance away
it had to be ill defined
onions shopped for ladders moonshine bought and sold
dead as delivered
sugar wrinkled wrappers 
it had to be ill defined
wandering along for the ride
letters empty realigned
rippling rafter dogs said nothing
wolfing howl q'ed no more
song too lean
old times the teeth arranged
candle steamed its crooked core
wrong but sheltering right
left behind the icy moor
water restore, washing wax free
drying sun set the trays
lunch a lonely hour
snow in blithe sublime
there is no shelter
a manger a star a light
three kings set the night
stories told, scripts revised
revisionists roared writing wrongs
reading wept when wrote
truth dredging pools behind stools
wandering rules
nothing nixed the shelter
the bones were free
alive alone
stone seals open
it is done

denis streeter   12/24/17