This puts me in mind of Masahide's burned down barn or Ryokan's thief that allow them better views of the moon. This is one of those poems that leave room for thoughts to resonate. One could read this with a sense of irony (one sort of view obscuring another, but both are of the same thing), or wistfulness (the impermanence of form, perhaps a metaphor for aging, etc.). A two line poem that could inspire a two thousand word essay.
Bob, Thank you very much for your kind comments on my poem. I appreciate itvery much.