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On the stairs


I knew only I had to be on the stairs
playing my pretend back-alley flute,
the shadowy room at the top
no-one had entered these many years
required nothing less,
and if I had my pretend clown face on,
smudged as well,
this would serve better than my straw hat
after a hot swim.