The Bonsai Room
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Sheena Blackhall
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The Bonsai room lives only in my mind
For like a magpie, it steals many places
A temple bell sits by a Buddhist shrine
A moth rests there, the world has many faces
The window panes, like fly's fragmented eye
Let in the sun, into the fug of house
A single trail of incense, fragrant stem
Rises above a girl's unbuttoned blouse
As deep in contemplation she sits still
Let all around the room do what it will
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