WHAT IF FERNS STOOD QUIETLYIn the woods, these fronds of ferns, so delicate, so undisturbed, though battered by the jackhammer's din, remain somehow unperturbed, like children holding their heads up high, they bear the racket without a sigh. In the back of the school during the demolition of the old school. September 30, 2004
IN THE FOREST AND THERE WAS
NO ONE AROUND TO HEAR THEM?