The sunset glows
in tiger rose;
flamingo feathers
burn in flight;
in bars tucked snugly
out of sight,
gay couples
savour Friday night;
the temptress moon,
her face alight,
trawls for stars
in cloudy heights;
the tiger dark
with neon stripes
is ready to ignite,
blaze bright;
but I'm just cruising,
passing through,
a left shoe
lonely for the right…
Tiger Rose
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2004
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