Remembering The Stairs
for Julie Pendleton
I grew old and winded
stairs reminded me of swings
of rhythm and raucous play
and once or twice a hard fall
up or down it doesn’t matter
the sums of toil I remember
the sum of each laboured step
now tremble on each landing
I saw a prehistoric fish in a net
strong hands catch my breath
for the exit & entry at the end
the door I'll need to unlock
fumbling with a girl’s memory
for a key I once had but lost
my gasping heart bursting
finally for summit flowers.
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ReplyDeleteLove this Rob.
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Efi and Katherine.
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