Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Stumbling Stair



Joy was a sit
on the stumbling stair with
a cigarette lit
by your lips
by your kiss
back when everything meant
everything meant
everything.

For Magpie.

16 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Deep sigh...

Brian Miller said...

great echo in those last 3 lines....
nice little intimate moment
shared there in the stair

a simple moment,
but those are usually the best.

Berowne said...

In a word, delightful...

Susan said...

Vaguely familiar long ago days when two huddled couldn't imagine breathing air--just kisses and smoke.

Cait O'Connor said...

Lovely.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I love the echo of the memory.

Eddie Bluelights said...

Yes . . . . we all want it back!!
lovely writing ~ Eddie :)


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Fireblossom said...

Love the repetition in the close.

Helen said...

Oh yes, I remember!

Kutamun said...

Whatever blows your hair back EmZee

Grandmother (Mary) said...

Ah, yes, of course...

Tess Kincaid said...

Love how this one tumbles...

Jinksy said...

Nostalgic - but for the cigarette...I never could stand smoke in my eyes... :-)

Carrie Van Horn said...

Yes I remember when....LOVE this!

Other Mary said...

How do you do it? That's great!

grapeling said...

ah. perfect ~