2. Chop Wood

May 24, 1995
I am a rose unfolding
into the day.  A butterfly
flits her tongue before fluttering
away.  With whom does responsibility lie?
The cathedral rises to greet the sky.
A glazier packs his tools away.  

(from My Book of Changes, 1994-1995)

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