Investigating the “liminal” where a Siberian tiger, and a Zamboni driver sojourn

 Beside a pile of snow, at the back bay doors of the Town ice skating rink.

A caged tiger pacing, camouflaged by the shadow of the bars,

back lit, blending stripes in the afternoon sun.

Beside a mound of snow that grows higher

 each time the Zamboni driver adds another load.

Removing the ice for the travelling Circus 

performing tonight. 

Child: admission free

 reads the sign.

I see the tiger, eyes gleaming

half dreaming (of a snow covered tundra

back home in northern Russia, perhaps?)

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