Stairs

I’ve never met anything as beige as you
have so many interesting angles.

Sandy flip flops, puddle-jumped wellies,
rush hour-shoes, weekend muddy walking boots,
you’ve seen so much and keep going.

You are creakless.
Whatever weight gets placed on your shoulders
you don’t make a sound.

You are an open invitation to murderers.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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