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 they tried She would always grow something somewhere