On Summer afternoons, from two to four,
The sunshine’s probing fingers gently trace
A passage ‘twixt the city roofs to pour
In fullness on a basement dwelling place.
Here, tended by the occupant within,
A little garden manages to grow.
Each corner for a pot or earth-filled tin
Is utilised; and from these efforts flow
Such unexpected Summer flowers that we
Who pass, heads bent and lost in thought, for this
Brief moment waken from our dreams to see
A world made brighter by such loveliness.
A little garden? No! My heart denies
That such a paradise be judged by size.
Sunken Garden
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