Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

bare frangipani
scribbles shadow art
on blank temple walls

a wasp & an ant
converge on a cloying plant
blithe on each other

the Feathertop sways,
as the river beside it glides
inexorably

a leaf falls,
and I feel the "Whee!" --
briefly

as the sun sets,
a ship moves out to sea
what's ocean dark?

pink trumpet flowers 
densely clustered above;
under foot next week

nesting birds
unmoved by their reflected 
doppelgängers

the city below
is subdued by fog,
the hill beams color

a park at night.
the shadows are darker
because of the light

the moth is still. 
is it alive or dead?
how patient am i?