Monday, June 25, 2012

Door Number 3

Door Number 3

The lady and a tiger
she’s trained to like humans
and not just for dinner.
They are close friends
because the tiger stopped
needing power. Behind
them, the path you walked
four years ago, five,
soon six, cherry blossom
trees, gray-green skyscrapers,
mirror water it grows from.
Back porch, 10 PM, neighbor
kids running in next door
for the night, telescope still
up in their yard. Good lord,
you can feel full and filled,
whatever you came out here for
isn’t here or fled to those hills.


  1. I used to be addicted to that TV show.

  2. HI Susan...great to see you!

    Hannah- this is awesome, I am not familiar with the show Susan is referring to. I had to chuckle over the first few lines and then be curiously imagining while I read the rest...I hope one day you share your thought process. Have a great day!

  3. Hannah, this is the sort of poem I love best. It's full of imagery, a little cheek, and little twists along the way. Love it. xo

  4. Alternating assonance...very nice. Also, great images.


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