I want to be Buson’s butterfly.

“Perched upon the temple bell,the butterfly sleeps”

Stillness,Buson trapped in the lines.

I sit on the corner of my couch.Just a minute back, the temple bell pictured in my mind as capable of making
lesser reverberations than my two bedroom apartment.

For just this moment I want to be that butterfly.

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