We work in the building without and elevator,
and all come up out of breath
from the ten flights of steps
and sit down at our desks.
The staircase is narrow, the stairs red
and the echo stops short at the thick walls
only making the sounds of my feet,
always the first one there.
When the sun is out and the windows
in the office are open wide,
we talk about it
as if we don't have to see it again tomorrow.
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