The Buddha is even reflected in the glass.
The Buddha sits in his little corner of the balcony.
And toasts a fish
Upon a fork
His hand is raised
To sleet and sun
His shoes doffed to
Time passes by:
A snowflake in
A summer sky.
On a grey, cloudy day my Garmin Forerunner 405 has a hard time locating a GPS signal. The Buddha relieves me of the task of holding my watch until it picks up a satellite.
The buddha usually sits quietly in it’s corner of the balcony.