Environmental Poem: Where the Ficus Fell, by Susan Rogers

A hole had opened in wet ground. Next to it were remains. Broken limbs and branches strewn all over the street. Wild and wondrous the ficus lay prone like a new-grown forest. Torn roots exposed unceremoniously lifted from the earth. Her severed trunk massive like the leg of a mastadon. A yellow caution tape surrounded… Continue reading Environmental Poem: Where the Ficus Fell, by Susan Rogers