2 Doves

by Neeli Cherkovski

Bright morning doves
Come to the tree around 9 AM
When I brew a second coffee
Always two of them pink pale
I observe from the kitchen window
What is now seen as
An early sign of mass destruction

Two bright doves
From the conservatory
Rare in my yard, one owns
A French horn, the other
Is devoted to her violin
Together they play

Bright doves
The leaves Matisse green
So much to atone for,
None of our roads
Lead home, there will be
Fire water earth air
Bright ashes, oblivion