There’s a Buddha on the dashboard of the airport cab
I’ve lived here too long for that wonder
But this Buddha has company
Dashboard Buddha is head up on the dashboard
Windshield Buddha floats head down above him

The road from the airport is new
wide well lit
smooth beneath our wheels
The roadside dense with palm trees

We pass under light poles
Dashboard Buddha flashes strong yellow
Blinking though shadow and bright
Windshield Buddha vanishes - reappears - vanishes
Same rhythm

Soon enough we’ll reach the city
More lights, less speed
Dashboard Buddha will vanquish his twin
For now two Buddhas cycle up cycle down
I picture home