My back yard is full of noise, concrete, chain link fence
overlooking neighbours in balconies.
But if I angle my chair
Facing the garden, seeing the leaves of the roses rather than the cars behind
hearing the miracle song of birds
not the pounding and shouts of men busy at building
there is a place
where the warmth of the sun is an embrace
felt with the heart.

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