Curtains short poem

Photo by Victoria Reay

If you visit me
I will serve coffee and while
you drink
I will hang you
over my window

If I can see the sea roll
behind your belly
its foam washing up
between your ears,
I know you will come again
even though there aren’t any biscuits

Sometimes my visitors block my view
It makes me restless as if they have swallowed my sea
and curtains musn’t flaunt opacity
so I un-hang them and let them go
next time
I may be out of coffee

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