Saturday Night

                                 A repairman trying to fix a washing machine isolated on white ba

                                    Under the washer downstairs

                                    Tugging at bolts,

                                    Wiping grease, sweat, stale water

                                    From your tired face,

                                    While we watched Alaska,

                                    And ate chocolate nut

                                    Ice cream upstairs.


                                    Checking on you,

                                    Wishing you would come too,

                                    But, you fixed and refixed,

                                    Until the belt

                                    Finally went on right,

                                    And all the leaks were stopped,

                                    Saturday night.

                                                                                                Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                                                March 7, 1997