know the secret ways to reach
these high woods, hanging there,
seen over roofs,
and how to walk from patch
to green patch; avoid the street-grid,
share alleys with dancing dogs,
slip-ways for strays.
Through crevices in fences,
see the sun's lovely litter
of play; deck-chairs and swings
in bordering gardens
this city's sanity in a net
spread like a knitted blanket
and stitched together with hedges.
© Poets of London