Moving the Buddha
To cut the weeds grown ‘round him
Now St. Francis clipped
In our backyard
There is a fairy
with wings
a statue of Saint Francis
with a bird on his shoulder
another holding a bowl forward
and two of Buddha one
laughing, one
meditating
three birds, no one,
no two now silently
flit about and eat
from a feeder
wind slices around
leaves, slowing
moving, and the breeze
touches
my skin
sun rises higher
captured by the tree shade
its rays
a dog comes by
to have her back scratched
my phone rings
ignored, the
day continues.
~Michael Kroth
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
and eternity in an hour.
~William Blake
References
Blake, W. (1976). The portable Blake: selected and arranged with an introduction by Alfred Kazin (A. Kazin, Ed.). Penguin Books.
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