She told me that she too had a garden

She told me that she, too, had a garden

Here, in the city, and asked if I would like to see it?

“Yes, where is it?,” I asked, confused.

“In Defiance,” she answered,

taking my hand, as I followed.

She pointed out a little tuft of grass in the crack of an asphalt parking lot.
Next, she showed me a strawberry plant growing between a building and the sidewalk. Then, past a chain-link fence with barbed wire and morning glories growing on it.

The more she pointed out her defiant garden

I saw that no matter what they tried

She would always grow something somewhere

And yet they continue to try to keep her at bay.