A caterpillar has been washed away due to the last night’s rain

A swallowtail is flying around mandarin trees,

sticking to a window

with the sun shining,

and then flying around the trees again

That was not a window

But maybe a picture of the sky

Not for me, but for the swallowtail.

We wanted to go over there

But couldn’t

In the designed situation where we saw a cloudy border

We looked closely at each other, and suddenly

Lost interest

I spent a day with only one cup left,

Seeing its brim full of lipstick marks,

And realized that opaque time had passed.

It’s not clean

There’s nothing to do

I fold the imaginary laundry

Even though there is no one to wear, twice a day

I iron

It is my habit

And I also iron my favorite phrase

“Let’s go easy”

Plural rays, and rays and rays and rays

Which were indeed upside down somewhere.

Exhausted perspective. Quoted rain.

That person might be

A kind of forest that had been made to collect swallowtails

He gained a tiny bit of it, didn’t he?

What is it?

His secret.

Can you see the sky?

Not sure, perhaps.