Imagine

					planting chestnut trees
					immune to the blight
					that wiped out
					old-growth forests.

					It is possible for purists
					without
					apologies to incite
					chestnut tree

					to make a comeback.
					Last year I planted five
					bare-root sprouts on the steep
					slope behind my house.

					
			                Today I startled a wood grouse,
                  dug three wide holes deep
		  in black soil and planted three live,
                  four to six foot tall trees. As payback,

					after two days and nights of rain,
					I slid, I rolled like a log, I broke
					my glasses and the steep 
                  hillside feels none of my pain tonight.

					Imagine none of those things
					will matter in a hundred years.