WORK IN PROGRESS - TIGER IN THIRTY-SIX PIECES BY SARAH LOGAN
oh AWESOME. An actual tiger poem!
Almost overnight
winter slinked away
like a lethargic cat,
his pneumonia was gone,
and new life sprang
from every withered branch,
from every pool of melted snow.
He could feel his own pulse quicken
as he oiled the chain
on the yellow mountain bike
and headed down the road.
Photograph by Sheri L. Wright
Almost overnight
winter slinked away
like a lethargic cat,
his pneumonia was gone,
and new life sprang
from every withered branch,
from every pool of melted snow.
He could feel his own pulse quicken
as he oiled the chain
on the yellow mountain bike
and headed down the road.
Passing the ancient oak tree
with its huge entangled arms,
he became once more
the boy who was a prince
among squirrels and jays,
perched on the highest bough
in Alley Pond Park
in his Superman tee,
surveying his domain.
And when he shifted
into high gear at the hill
the bicycle became a racer
made from orange crates
and carriage wheels
and he was careening at full speed
towards adolescence,
unable to slow down,
the cicadas chirping in the fallow fields,
cheering him on.