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i do not climb the ladder
the ladder is metallic
a shiny gun metal blue
light weight and telescopic
14ft tall or nearest the sod
as high or as low as i like it
i will displace myself upon it
i can lean it where and when
i need it, it's light and portable
ascending or descending on its antislip pedals
i do not climb the ladder
the ladder feels cold or hot
it teeters and is stead fast
my footing is lifted on it
i can mount it high
or as low as it will go
step down on it and heavenward again
the ladder makes a clatter
it clanks a rhythmic sound
three six nine rungs at a time
keeping a tempo on its firm board
one button retraction with multi positions
on this ladder i see all possible horizons
i do not climb the ladder
a practice in perspective
a soaring dismount while clutching the handrails
cascades and escalades
out of the forest, above the trees
the ladder is a step stool platform
extendable or collapsible
i do not climb the ladder
come to me what i do not want
drop on ascend, raise the fall
do it with confidence and poise
the ladder is unpredictable
it suggests a cautious advance
leading to somewhere never gone before
the ladder makes authenticity blossom
taking all devices in stride
it neither confines nor defines
i do not climb the ladder
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Thresha Reese
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