The Little Lying Buddha

I saw it in a window,

In the corner of my eye,

On the floor, in the sun,

As I slowly walked right by.

 

I stopped and I wondered,

In the street of that small town,

Should I do it? Should I do it?

It was then I turned around.

 

I walked back several paces,

To that curious windowpane,

And I raised my iPhone to my eye,

And saw the sight again.

 

There really is a difference

Between art and and what you see.

I saw a little Buddha lying

Looking up and back at me. 

 

But when the photograph was taken,

And I’d fiddled with my phone

The little Buddha’s eyes were shut

And I was quite alone.