Bù Yì

I spot a bright green fly
On the fence in the sun.

I am a bright green fly
Wings out, wide to the sun

In a sharp dawn in fall,
When it’s too cold for flies.

The sun is low and slow
To warm my bright green back.

What are whole days to flies?
Time to find food. Go on.

Don’t sit in sun too long.
You might start to think you

Can make up your own mind.
You’re just here to shed some

Waste heat earth got from sun.
You’re a bit of code, built

By the break down, to break
Down more and more, fly. Run.