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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