Unexpected Guests

Back then every house kept its hidden supplies  -
tinned salmon, peaches, Ideal Milk  -
in case they arrived hungry.
A matter of pride.

Now they doorstep my dreams  -
your family, mine  -
and there is nothing to stop their mouths.
Why didn’t they wake me first?

D. A. Prince

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