On the stool he stands
with carefree ease one foot in the air.
He is king on this sturdy old thing
claims it as a step ladder, to myself I shake my head,
« Should we take it home? » he says.
Ignoring the convincing chatter of reasons I should say no
I admire him, as he continues to balance with
His unawareness of a perfect pose.
So be it a stool for a step ladder.
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