Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

Posted on March 1, 2023 by B Gourley

a rotten log
 lies in the woods,
  becoming fungi

up on the cliff,
 i see stones & sea urchins,
  unseen from the beach

slender, sinuous
 tongues of willow leaf
  droop at river's edge.

autumn colors,
 like a pointillist painting
  that'll break bleak.

circling the city,
 the spire clusters change;
  the skyline morphs

from the forest hill,
 the city seems hazy.
  in the city, same.

three hawks fly,
 but look like one hawk
  in three time slices

a crab on a rock -
 another above, who's to say
  who's upside-down?

the sun so bright
 that not only water glows
  but, also, the sand

ordered black coffee, 
 they brought a plate of cookies,
  well-played, love won.