Mysterious poem. I like it. I think of Poe, and my stairway solicitude getting stronger here in my wobbly mid-60s. Often pass my iridescent younger selves up and down. They can't hear my cautions. Idiots. Fine poem!
Stairs have so many connotations ... Thank you for responding, Geo.
black feathered shine...............receding. This produces a whole host of images for me.
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