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Poem: The Ax I See

The Ax I See
by Jonathan Kraft

There is a chopping somewhere
a chopping at a tree
I’m not sure if I’m being chopped
or if the ax is me

I’m not sure why I’d want to chop
such young and healthy wood
I’m sure that there’s a reason.
I’m not sure if it’s good

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