Stair To Heaven
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Stair to Heaven
A spiral stair comes in pieces.
About one thousand to be sure.
It is a very large box indeed,
and weighs about 400 pounds.
Do not tell the man accidentally;
to put it in the wrong place.
You will be sorry.
Pulled out and counted,
seven shades of black,
shiny and beautiful.
The entrance off the bedroom,
of a place called;
The Tree House.
It is a crazy home,
with five or maybe six different levels.
Few can say, and few have said.
All the many windows lookout,
on to the mesas of the high mountains,
the rolling hills in the distance,
and the wild desert there beyond.
Soon the circle will be complete,
minutes turned into hours,
turned into days,
but worth every one.
Walking out now from the door,
looking out onto historic yesterday,
a formal invitation is given.
Come, see the stars...
and call them by name.
Dance all night on the roof.
The coyotes will howl,
the party will go...
way past dawn.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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