WHAT IF FERNS STOOD QUIETLY 
IN THE FOREST AND THERE WAS 
NO ONE AROUND TO HEAR THEM? 
In 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
    

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