Alongside our little row of flats
runs our smooth concrete driveway
widely absorbing sunny heat, opening
us up to the blue sky, leading along
the neighbours’ fence, round to our
carports, on to a narrow path
passing our back doors, our clotheslines.
Under each flat’s front windows sits
a little garden with multi sized
shaped and coloured shrubs softening
doors, windows, brick walls, concrete.
River stones and pebble mulch lie
under the plants in the other gardens
keeping them tidy for tenants
without tools or gardening skills.
My garden’s soil is open to the
sky, breathing freely amidst
brick, stone, and concrete.
I interact with this soil feeding
it compost as it drinks in air and rain.
In return the soil shares its bounty
with all comers, windblown seeds as
well as my chosen plants and flowers.
Removing these uninvited scrambling
sprawling invaders I stand my ground.
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