Holding Hands in the fake forest

Norway spruce


“In the false New England forest
where the misplanted Norwegian trees
refused to root, their thick synthetic
roots barging out of the dirt to work on the air,
we held hands and walked on our knees.''

--From “The Expatriates,'' by Anne Sexton (1928

-1974), Massachusetts poet

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