Mourning Doves
Rain slips down the green shimmering tree
Silver mourning doves endure the rain
Dreaming of sun-washed days
With soft murmurs;they wait out the storm
My Kitchen Buddha
All serene all watching all smiling
Sitting on his shelf he watches
The rice burn
The kettle boil
The dirty dishes
The sun on the glass
Th cats quarrel
The oranges shrivel
All serene all seeing all knowing

