Excavating the Stairs Written by Andy Bonjour 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. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.