When The Stairs Were Young Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

When The Stairs Were Young



the age when the stairs were young
have been gone, scampering freely
into the gist of unrighteous pages
tired scrunched-up paper pieces
happened on all those simple days
whatever happened again, make sense;
please re-tell it to me, until I forget

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