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The asphalt of the walk to the door is black
but not as dark as the silence
of the concrete Buddha on the porch
as I climb the steps to work
The Buddha sits center on the top step
with a nascent nest in his hands,
his downcast eyes seeing
bits of straw a bird has brought
and placed as if it thought the safest site
to build this spring was in the lap
of a grey Buddha upon a porch
in a small town on a planet
in a galaxy among billions
in a small universe swimming
in the pool of Buddha’s eyes
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Jim Culleny; April 3, 2008
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Blink 