One more step . . .

Every year
for as many years as she can remember
this day reappears, a
permanent rinse
and repeat, and
rinse again
of honest surprise
that time marches jauntily along, a
Pied Piper tune compelling her feet to move. 
Nothing for it, so she climbs just one more step.
 
 
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