Behind my building, there’s a spot,
A patio-like place,
With iron benches, tables, too -
A lovely outdoor space.
With flow’ring bushes all around,
It’s someplace nice to sit,
Although on sunny days, I’m sure
That I would sweat a bit.
It’s open to the tenants;
From the basement, there’s a door.
The strangest thing is that I haven’t
Been out here before.
I found it quite by accident,
But learned that it’s been here
For two-plus years and rarely used;
The reason why’s not clear.
It doesn’t have the river’s pull,
But I can sit outside
And read or write by taking
Just an elevator ride.
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