He tried to help out
but he was too clumsy,
stuff got knocked over.
He was too noisy,
people’s thoughts blended into static.
He was too hectic,
and a great many things were run through.
So in the midst of great complaint,
and consternation he sought out peace.
On the city outskirts, under the cherry blossoms
metal gleams in the autumnal sun
as the azure mecha
goes trout fishing in empty petal seas.
Image found here: http://ukiyo-e.org/image/mfa/sc206352
NaPoWriMo day 11. Everyone loves giant robots. Everyone.