April is America’s National Poetry Month.  I have a lot of favorite poems that I could share with you, but I decided to look around for something new, something fresh, someone who is still alive and deserves recognition.  I personally believe that some poems should be heard.  So, I entreat you to go listen to this one by Jennifer K. Sweeney.  If you can’t or would rather not, read it here.  Tell me what you think.

How to Uproot a Tree
 
Stupidity helps.
Naiveté that your hands will undo
what does perfectly without you.
My husband and I made the decision
not to stop until the task was done,
the small anemic tree made room
for something prettier.
We’d pulled before, pale hand over wide hand,
a marriage of pulling toward us what we wanted,
pushing away what we did not.
We had a shovel which was mostly for show.
It was mostly our fingers tunneling the dirt
toward a tangle of false beginnings.
The roots were branched and bearded,
some had spurs
and one of them was wholly reptilian.
They had been where we had not
and held a knit gravity
that was not in their will to let go.
We bent the trunk to the ground and sat on it,
twisted from all angles.
How like ropes it was,
the sickly thing asserting its will
only now at the end,
blind but beyond
the idea of leaving the earth.

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