Sewing curtains

by Joan McNerney

All weekend long
how quickly my needle
skips over hems.

We won't have to look
at bricks anymore.
I bought a patch of
celestial blue to hang
from the kitchen window.

A few yards of green
velour in the bedroom
waving like soft meadows.
Green meadows
will keep street lights
from our eyes.

Sewing curtains all
weekend long.
I want to hide
away in my own
world with you.