Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

fresh white blossoms
 & weathered hues of decay:
 both old & young (like me.)

standing on one leg,
 steadfast while squirrels mistake
 one for a tree.

nature makes no
 straight rivers; men make none
 that meander.

the bee wallows 
 in pollen like a drunk
  sprawls on a bar’s floor.

the sunflower 
 that bows its head in the sun
  feels pensive.

the river trickles.
 but its broad shoulders tell 
 of expectations.

opera singers
 sing a duet on the trail:
 acoustics quest?

where drunken immortals
 are role models, one must
 expect the odd dragon.

a butterfly flits
 over blooms: a connoisseur
 not deigning to land.

a muscular tree
 poses with limbs outstretched;
  shrubs are unimpressed.