There are islands in the sea of noise, traffic and marketing - Green spaces where trees stand impossibly, fighting for light With urban wildlife foraging for scraps from those who have plenty. ----- He sits, round glasses and blond baldness One cigarette, then another, possessions all around There's a watch, shorts and a bag-body - another cigarette is lit and he watches alert from the corner of Queen's Park. ----- Red, white, orange, yellow - roses and buildings grow together stunted by what's around and beneath.