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.