Doughnuts

hands kneading to silky smoothness
stretched so thin it forms skin over the timpani
make music the magic of dough.
And hear it grow


cut to circles
then in bubbling oil they go
sink,then float and rise
like golden sunshines


golden sunshines
with holes in center
eclipses that mar
the perfect wheel of life


yet little hands will grab
doughnuts with holes in the middle
and laugh at each bite
and doughnuts with holes in the middle
will fill the eclipses that
mar the perfect wheel of life


~Judy Koh~