Up
and down the stairs,
the
laundry and me
done.
Laundry
done,
I
ascend the stairs
to
a smile I love.
Darkness on the stair...
Only shadows
stirring there?
Dead
bee on the stairs –
any
kind of omen
I
want it to be.
Walking
up the stairs,
4
floors two at a time,
burning
thighs.