She is Stronger than dirt.

Each day I watch my elderly neighbor garden. That habit of being she alone
Has fully inhabited. But also,
I look over often, to make sure she hasn’t fallen over
Asleep on her leaf piles
As we all will be.
In the meantime, we rake over
Our own tombs.
“From womb to tomb”
She once looked up
And said to me through
The fence.
“The point of all this tending,
Is Love.” She added today, directly
Before returning to mulching.