we all love the stairs
there is order in its placement
there is a hierarchy that we equate
with stages
of life, of something that is always
higher
and that something below it
also serves
the purpose of elevating a step
so someone
can reach the door of the house
and then
enter it
we all love the stair
there is respect in elevation
there is use and
artistic purpose,
there is dignity in elation
we remember every nail that is hammered
there,
echoing the sound of the past
struggles
it is the perfection of friction
the platform of a reconstructed struggle
step by step
a comfort to achieve height
a bridge to another
dimension
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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