On the West Pier · Sixpence the Cup
Vi Tupp Reads
the
Leaves
Behind the strung-bead curtain, third stall past the whelks
Sit yourself down, duck — there's a chair. Now sip it right down to the leaves:
click the cup
. Mind, it's hot off the kettle.
↻ rinse & fill a fresh one
Vi reckons —