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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