our secret way
to glimpse the world
cocooned in our own zone
fearless, anonymous, and alone
steal these precious minutes
from the workday masters
rambling soundless odes
to sooth frustrated souls
stalk this fleeting heaven
of a jazz-touched park
like a secret agent
at a drop
mind reeling
at the deft machinery
of life
its well-oiled gears
laid bare
just in time
to meet our retreat
on well-heeled feet
past the fumes and noise
with all manner
of proper corporate poise
we, sun-starved lunatics
of our own design
forever tethered
and counting time
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