i am a ladder, built one rung
at a time, and all layers forming
one useful climb.
my fingertips graze windowsills,
brush skyscrapers,
find purchase on steep cliffs.
there is no dream too tall--
no path too steep--
and what is an invitation, without an invitee?
Thursday, August 23, 2012
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