'Holes in the roads'
"Testing the soul's mettle,
the frost heaves
holes in the roads
to the heart,
the glass forest
raises up its branches
to praise all things
that catch the light
then melt.''
-- From "New England Winter,'' by Erica Jong
"Testing the soul's mettle,
the frost heaves
holes in the roads
to the heart,
the glass forest
raises up its branches
to praise all things
that catch the light
then melt.''
-- From "New England Winter,'' by Erica Jong