She sits and stares on the vacant stairs,
She sits and they offer no patency,
Other than their steep uprightness
And their obvious No Vacancy.
This is no place to sleep
But offers solace from the town,
As she sits betwixt the top
And the stairs that lead her down.
Those who pass on their way up
Go past without a care
And those who pass on their way down
See not her vacant stare.