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The Monarch Butterfly
Its wings resemble the splendor of ribbed
gothic windows. Yet neither Chartres
nor Notre Dame, those buttressed monoliths
of stone and glass, compare to the monarch’s
divine architecture. Unbuttressed by any
pretense to godliness, it rises to heaven’s
vaulted blue like no spire or tower ever has
contrived by clever artifice and deception.
And for all its simulation of flight and freedom
to break free from earth’s hold, the upward
straining and groaning of those stones
continues with no relief, held down by
centuries of dead weight and deaf stones.
Copyright ©
Maurice Rigoler
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