This poem is several years old. Part of me is sentimental about it, it being an old poem that has survived this long. So a small part of it for the Buddha Rocks Project Day 2. Some poems wait for pictures.
When they thought I was unlucky
They moved me, the laughing Buddha,
A porcelain roundness punctuated by a smile…….
I have an advantage by the window-
I can see all, milk cat with a fish in its teeth,
A train of black ants follow their appetite,
My guests, innocent, coming and going,
A continuous flux. Change is then a good thing
I tell the dust of Baamiyan.
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