top floor

Slanted ceiling, missing
wallboard from supporting
beams, attics in film seem
stuffed with memories
and no longer used items.
Are noises the mind’s
tricks tempting us to
climb a ladder into
that space? Allowing
concealed steps to drop,
a sound in my attic
wasn’t an itch urging me
to peer into old boxes, but
merely a raccoon.

Lois Greene Stone, writer and poet, has been syndicated worldwide. Poetry and personal essays have been included in hard & softcover book anthologies. Collections of her personal items/photos/memorabilia are in major museums, including twelve different divisions of The Smithsonian.

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