Sunday, May 28, 2017

Lunch Walk

Less time than a prison yard
but more
to put under gaze.
We seek to be invisible,
into the summer haze.

Work piles up
while we breath fresh air
for our only fun.
Let the scene to be seen
turn and blister
in the sun.

Wear eight hats
and pulled
every which way.
We let work eat up
too much of our day.
we’ll go on our lunch walk
to stay.   

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