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Night Stairs

Midnight, the house

all in darkness.

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A lone hall lamp above

fills the stairway with light,

a dense radiance -

in which this day still swirls,

our faces, our words,

lingering laughter.

I look up where they sleep,

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the boys in their beds,

air salty and sweet

around their damp temples,

eyelids as careful as shells.

And up where he sleeps,

open book on his chest,

when I climb in he'll turn,

drop the book, and awaken.

I do not glance back

and I do not move on.

Their clean clothes in my arms,

I stand and look up.

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