some urban artist assembled sheet metal
carving out ciphers on this hillside,
then erected sentinels to watch over the weeds as they grew,
softening the edges of the steel-framed beds.
i imagine squashes growing here,
their golden blossoms bright among eggplants, tomatoes, cukes and kale,
nourishing this neighborhood on the other side of the tracks.
i see pumpkins ripening in the sun,
peas and beans adorning the chain link fence,
and a woman, young and vibrant, who perished nearby -
wiped out as she pedaled home some years ago.
she would have smiled to see a garden growing.