flies and buddhas
i love hanging out. just being. people are a great species. all of us. we kill the flies and ignore the buddhas. why you ask. because we are stuck in the web of finding ‘ourselves’. the flies must die. and buddhas must leave their bodies to be rid of US. and now i have to leave to write the poem at the end of this haibun. bye.
open window
the soul of buddha
follows the fly
Michael Rehling 
ouch!
Buddhas leave the flies
remnants swept onto the floor
sunlight uncaring