And this was Cynthia Fuller's poem
Take refuge here. The garden is
a cup of breathing green
rimmed by the city’s noise –
the swell and drone of cars,
the lost dogs barking to go home.
It is a living habitat
for urban birds – a nest of song.
Roots are pushing deep below
concrete and tarmac.
Time could slow here to the pace
of ancient trees, or quicken
to keep step with the sudden poppy
whose orange tissue flares
and crumples in a day.