Zen

Sometimes you get a bug in your bonnet. Rocks from the desert, a make-shift rake made from a dowel, a piece of oak 1 by 2, and a spare broom handle, and an empty lot that should have been a playground had the bubble not burst...

石の陰

倒れる形
バブルなり

The rock's thin shadow
On the verge of toppling
So goes the bubble