The Elm, her trunk rammed by a tractor leveling roadside weeds
leans close to Earth, and now, in beginning Spring, is fuller green
than other tall-standing trees on the opposite side
and in that enclosed yard.
It’s as if, at some level, the roots know what has happened above them
and are frantic to comfort her, or think, or reason,
that such a lush showing as they push to propel her up,
will save her.
–by Michelle Bedard