For Susie’s prompt at Real Toads – stairs

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Stairway to Heaven – 1983
sweltering day in Philadelphia –
the air downtown smells of rotting vegetables
exhaust and pretzels.
I climb the two steps up into
the trolley –
exhausted from a day of cooking
and glad there are not more than
two steps –
the air from the open windows
is sweltering is hot as the air
blasting out of a 500 degree oven.
I get off at my stop and begin
the slow slog up the rickety
apartment stairs to my
third floor apartment –
I open the door and step inside
and…
alone at last – the overhead fan
and the fan in the window cool the apartment.
I sit in the rocker by the window
and look down on the street below.
I fall into a short nap –
My bare feet are up on the coffee table.
Heaven.
A cold glass of lemonade.
Heaven.
I hear footsteps coming up the stairs –
I ignore the knocks.
I am in heaven and nobody else is allowed.

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Feb 08, 2018 @ 15:19:18
I didn’t know you lived in Philadelphia. Yes, that is often the smell in summer, unless you happen to be near water or flowers, or going down the stairs to the subway–which smell of pee. 🙂
It is those little things–the putting your feet up with a cold glass of lemonade!
Feb 08, 2018 @ 15:54:21
I lived in Philly for 7 years. It is my hometown #2.
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Feb 08, 2018 @ 15:57:14
🙂
Feb 08, 2018 @ 15:22:52
Reblogging this to my sister site, Success Inspirers World
Feb 08, 2018 @ 15:53:24
Thank you for the reblog!
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Feb 08, 2018 @ 15:25:21
I am so happy to live in a place that is safe from heat… but that does not stop me from enjoying those moments all alone.
Feb 08, 2018 @ 15:38:58
How do Love this? Let me count the ways, if I have enough fingers. Wow, it is just so evocative and relatable and well described. Brava.
Feb 08, 2018 @ 15:52:41
Thank you so much.
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Feb 08, 2018 @ 16:02:56
It’s those little things! To think we lived in PA at the same time. I was in Scranton!
Feb 08, 2018 @ 17:41:10
How cool! I loved Philly. I consider it hometown #2. It was hard work and I didn’t make a lot of money but it was wonderful.
Feb 08, 2018 @ 17:50:09
This is simply perfect.
Feb 09, 2018 @ 02:25:51
You describe bliss quite eloquently 😊
Feb 09, 2018 @ 07:03:57
I knew nothing about Philadelphia, only what I’ve seen on film, but your poem has transported me to that ‘sweltering day in Philadelphia’ through the smells and the two steps of the trolley’ – small details but essential ones. You’ve let me into your apartment and your life once again, Toni, even though nobody else was allowed!
Feb 09, 2018 @ 10:10:48
The older I get the more I treasure the alone times.
Feb 09, 2018 @ 11:46:22
This is perfect! I love the reference to that cold glass of lemonade 😊 a refreshing drink that helps beat the heat!💖