overnight bus
all the trees sticking
to their roots

Written on February 27, 2026

Notes

The first draft was:

all the passing trees
remind me of my roots—
overnight bus

But the poem was telling everything explicitly and felt unsatisfactory. So I flipped it around and state that the trees are sticking to their roots, which hopefully drops the reader just at the edge of the existential crisis this senryu explores – what about me?