May 02^nd, 2020

Bamboo Garden

The third one crooked;
The second one leaning
Bamboos have grown
By the stone steps of the garden; every year
There are more of them
Until now they are a forest
At the clack of a stone on a bamboo
Hsiang-yen shattered
The uncountable worlds,
But this garden
Continues in its green shade
Just as before