Not a Particularly Beautiful Place to Be

Sat across the street in a bar
watching people shimmy their way
up old metal stairs.

Hoisting each other
determined to find a place
that they weren’t meant to be.

The place they had chosen looked tired
like a worker exhausted in the midday sun
having lost the desire even
to wipe their brow.

Shoulders down
eyes closed
it was without even
the slight movement of a breath.

It was not
a particularly beautiful place
and that
is what drew them to it.

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