Stolen Hour: Escaping to Parsonage Gardens for Lunch Break

a stolen hour

i disembark from the hot desk,
the din of voices & ringing phones.

snatching my jacket i trot down
winding stairs secreting

from the municipal building.
the public square i speed along

not noticing the obelisk today.
making way to parsonage gardens

surrounded by terracotta houses,
i place myself at the picnic table

then expedite 20 minutes left
before arching back.

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