Spiral staircase
Wrought iron in a wooden beach house
Up to the loft where we jumped on mattresses that smelled like moth balls
And sea salt
Staircase
Up to the sky
Up to dreams and memories
In my mind, its like a picture by Magritte
Infinite horizon
Blue on blue
These things–”sky”, “blue”, “staircase”
Symbols to enshroud a tender age
If the ocean swallowed the house
Like Tatlin’s Tower in the sand
the staircase would remain
