A Buddha I once lost
turned up twenty eight years
And eight hundred miles away. He seemed
Unsurprised to see me again but I suppose
Such reunions are all in a day's work for him
I keep him now in a small cabinet on the wall
Next to the ivory horse who's been looking
For his mates for decades and cater-corner
To a tired pewter frog. We all know the Buddha
Will take up his journey some time, perhaps
Taking along the frog. Maybe I'll go too.
And eight hundred miles away. He seemed
Unsurprised to see me again but I suppose
Such reunions are all in a day's work for him
I keep him now in a small cabinet on the wall
Next to the ivory horse who's been looking
For his mates for decades and cater-corner
To a tired pewter frog. We all know the Buddha
Will take up his journey some time, perhaps
Taking along the frog. Maybe I'll go too.
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