He was a
Keeper of a garden
Before tyres and hooves
Trampled urban life awaken
Before noisy crows on roofs
Wind played like children
Scatter leaves fly lay
Palm open

Darkness
Engines hum quieten
Night ends habits of fools
Litter bugs littering little Eden
By first light brandished tools
For grass shrubs and fern
On a street a living
He earns

Sky scrapers
Gaze down on citizen
Converging with rising sun
In vertical shadows they listen
Brooms on wheels have begun
Cleaning the street concern
As he cut shrubs grass
And fern