Baby Blue Buddha Poem by Florence Weinberger

Baby blue Buddha
what would Neruda
say about you?

You sit in a doorway
miles from Norway
or Katmandu.

There are legions of regions
whose signs are egregious:
deceiving with similar hues.

If you are a logo
for some deadbeat's ego,
that would hardly amuse.

If you're just hired labor
to harbor my neighbor,
what of the turmoil in Bruges?

But if you're distracting
when I should be redacting
the occasional gifts from my muse

I wish you would give me more clues.