Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

low winter sun
rounds the golden temple,
only shape remains

ancient columns 
frame the new city 
that's not that new

hot summer day
spent overlooking the lake:
sea breeze to land breeze

a patch of leaves.
some: light green and veiny;
others: black blobs

clock vines grow through
the peacock flower tree —
two blooms: one tree

old stone wall,
now overgrown with moss:
live & not alive?

neon signs fire, pulse, 
and send shimmers of light
between the black spaces

the cat that conforms
to a hollow in the wall
won't conform elsewise

in the dim temple,
candlelight flickers,
and bronze moves

dried plants
bobble in an autumn breeze
with erratic shakes