Excavating the Stairs

Excavating the Stairs

The icicles are melting,
Pelting our steps with each droplet.
Wet dribble splattered,
Pattered predicting repairs.
Stairs drink the water like a dry hand.
Sand in the concrete that no one sees,
Freeze and frees.

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