Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

speeding across
 the river bridge by car,
  i miss the scent --
 sweet riverine perfume --
  that I'd smell from the bank.

a tree grows, askew;
 canopy stretched one way -
  wind can’t shake it.

flag rolls and snaps
 as wind whips over 
  a once stately fort.

two flowers
 -- side-by-side -- neither
  outgrows its neighbor

a lonely rose
  awaits winter frost:
    short, gray day.

though purple flowers
 adorn a shrub,
  it doesn't act kingly.

cable cars climb
 toward a pale green hill,
  over clustered hovels.

amid pines, blue sky
 Autumn days masquerade
  as Summertime.

adrift on a lake:
 matched by the clouds
  that float overhead.

one bloom faces me;
 two face away.
   what'd I do?