The Curtain
I'm a terror of sheer curtain
trying to frantically run away
from an open window.
I'm a gate that swings
far and away on rusty squeals
that opens the dirt path
to some thin ice skate.
I’m the drop of a hat
made of the last straw.
The one chosen to break
some poor camel’s back.
I am a sheer curtain
and the tidal wave it reveals.
The Broken Art 2021










