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Shelves built stair-stepped
up the garage wall
not a stairway to heaven
he told her, more practical
than music.
Storage. Stairway
of dusty jars
nuts and bolts and nails
jam and pickles and beans
provisions to carry them
not to
but through
hard winters
with all the tools to hold
their rickety house together

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