Yellow flows

     Like stairs

          Through my body.

It flows through

Laundromats

    And Nail Salons

         And Restaurants.

                Dance halls

                       Marriage halls.

Pit, Pat, Pat.

         Small feet race to the top.   

               Large feet boom to the finish line.

Pit, Pat, Pat.

          My heart races.

                 My identity is etched

                           In my soul

                                    In silence.

My soul

           Has stairs.

                       Their lives

                                   Are bound to mine.