It was about a year ago
One of my young acquaintances died a lonesome death suddenly
He was not a very close friend of mine, though
Sorting out and arranging the lumber room
In order to stow away the heater there, as the rainy season is over
I found a picture-painted dish kept in a box which is
In memory of his death
The whole funeral was carried out and paid by one of his friends
And, some weeks later
The dish was sent to me by him
Thinking that it was not easy for him even if he was broad-minded
Feeling that a Buddha happened to appear like this
I exhibited the dish on the side table in my living room
Another invisible memory that will not vanish in my mind
Became a material to be kept as one of my surroundings