The Garden

Work the ground and dig the earth.
Pound it with your fists!
The city hides a hiding soil.
They keep it under the streets.
If you need to feel some dirt,
You can come over to my yard.
We can mash the soil between our fingers!
And all it took for space to be made
Was all out war on the lawn.
It was just a whore's fake blush,
With cherry trees for shade.
Mulch a life into piles of dirt!
People puzzle at the mess in your yard.
We can mash a life between our fingers