blond buddha

blond hippie buddha sitting sparkling in the sun,
i saw you in passing just before the dawn of the bombs breaking down on us like drops of rain,
just before the light turned from red to green again.
but before we left you there on van ness,
i wanted to make a paper airplane out of the dollar i found that day,
and send it sailing through the wind your way,
to pass on luck, or an exchange of brotherly love in this sometimes cruel world,
but then the light changed and we drove away,
leaving me with these words to someday give you instead.