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Six More Bedtime Tales
or I will not let you go
into that good night.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Give me your blessing
by telling me bedtime tales—
I drink from the cup.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Curled around a stone,
serpent hisses bedtime tales
to her squirming brood.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
From a cardboard box
I withdraw three bedtime tales
disguised as ducklings.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
From a street vendor
I buy books of bedtime tales—
plumes of fragrant smoke.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
At the bus station,
the busker sings bedtime tales,
then leaves for Dallas.
Text © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Six Bedtime Tales
will be told by candlelight
or told not at all.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
infinite wisdom
in recounting bedtime tales—
patience with darkness
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
kneeling in the dark
listening to bedtime tales—
somewhere church bells toll
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
I cannot listen
to the ragged bedtime tales—
old grey fox knows why.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
At the bus station
they heard seven bedtime tales,
then left for Dallas.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Walk out the front door—
there are no more bedtime tales
to be told tonight.
Text © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Spawning Bedtime Tales
When I visit Zacatecas, I depend on Antonio Muro to drive me from the airport to the hotel. After I collect my bag from the carousel, I see Antonio waiting for me patiently beyond the security checkpoint, holding a sign with my name on it.
He shepherds me to a nondescript, battered vehicle of uncertain vintage, and we begin the half-hour drive into the city center. I can see little through the passenger-side windshield, because it is shattered. (Has it been hit by a bullet? Have the drug wars come to Zacatecas?)
I fish my camera from my pocket and aim it at the spider-webbed glass. I need proof that I survived this dangerous journey. Antonio laughs and keeps on driving, although how he manages to hold his vehicle on the road—no suspension, lousy steering—is a milagro!
multiply in Mexico
spawning bedtime tales
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: On the airport road, Zacatecas, México
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Watchers on Rooftops
as the last clouds congregate,
chant out their brilliance.
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Sunset over Zacatecas, México
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Diptera
pause to sip at the fountain,
frail wings a-quiver.
*dipteron (pl. diptera) – two-winged fly
© 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Fountain, Parque General Enrique Estrada, Zacatecas, México
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Shelter
windswept, frigid, desolate—
throw off your cloak, and shelter
in the House of Lights.
*puna: a high, cold, arid plateau
© 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Santuario de la Virgen del Patrocinio, Zacatecas, México
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