“steps on everything”

Written for:  The Twiglets #243 - "steps on everything"

While scooping up dog poop,
I stepped in it.   
Hurricane cleaned shoes.

Have you noticed 
that the older you get
the more steps you have
to climb when going anywhere?

sits in sunshine, awed
at this exciting place
foot of the Spanish Steps

        He still listened to children's old rhymes
          Did not step on cracks-even one time.
               Walked 'round all ladders
                 thinking it mattered
      but crossed at green, and was hit by a bike full of grime.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to “steps on everything”

  1. Misky says:

    Yes, gosh, more and more steps!


  2. Wild Child47 says:

    You had me totally cracking up at the final line of the last “stanza” ….. so brilliant an ending …. for no matter the superstitions and long-held beliefs, sometimes life wins with a hard and fast curve ball!

    I like these pieces, for the way they stand alone, yet somehow step us along a bigger journey when read as one. 🙂


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