She told me that she too had a garden

Here in the 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 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 what they tried She would always grow something somewhere

And yet they continue to try to her at bay.