Buddah by the Mantle

When the sun splashed off

The door to Buddha

Our misted by dust

Statued out of fairy land

Wooden piece of decore

We all knew the sun

Would set by the entry way

And us in the mini volcanoes

Smoldering cigarettes

Scarring the trees

Sending into breeze our breath

Into the hope of night fall

Night, fall.

Lead into day

And have for us

Some more light graze

Our lovely dusted Buddha

By the mantle