Poem: Vertigo



Vertigo

The stairs from your grandparents’ house,
are unchanged two decades
after their death,
a passage back in time,
curved and Hitchcock like,
taking you to a time
of mixed memories,
leaving you with
vertigo
of the heart.

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These really are the stairs to my grandparents house in Surry, Virginia. You can click on the picture for a larger version.

Tom

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