A Stair Poem *

When the pages

Are calling me I tend

To answer the call and with

A smile and all the while began 

To write poetic thoughts that came 

To mind as I began to happily fill the 

First page and then another as the pen

And I in this moment are one and bonding 

With the pages before us as my wrist and hand

Are the physical reasons that the words began to land

As the poem has become a reality that truly all started when 

The pages began calling out to me as poetry became the end result 

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