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Courtyard

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Skyward view from a courtyard, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


From a hidden court,
the bridal party’s laughter
rises to the sky.

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Hoarding

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Barrel cactus blossoms, Saguaro National Park, Tucson, Arizona
 


 
Haiga © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Garden

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San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


her rooftop garden
where even shadows ripen
to a rare sweetness

~~ ~~ ~~

 


New shadows growing in rooftop pots…

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 
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Soothing

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August evening, Saguaro National Park, Tucson, Arizona
 


midsummer evening—
last song of a cactus wren
soothing the mountains

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blessings

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August evening, Saguaro National Park, Tucson, Arizona
 


tantalizing clouds—
chances are fifty-fifty
for blessings of rain

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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My Father’s Blessing

When I toddled into the kitchen one Saturday morning,
my father was eating breakfast.
I stared at him, rubbing my eyes in astonishment.
“You comed back!” I exclaimed.
He opened his arms and I ran to him,
not quite believing he was real
until his arms closed around me
and he nuzzled my face with his stubbly cheek,
ten thousand tiny whiskers prickling my skin.
 
Dad was a student minister then,
and I saw him only on weekends.
He spent the week in Denver, studying theology,
then on Friday night he rode the bus back home
to our lonely outpost somewhere in Kansas.
His absence was like the absence of God:
“He’s there, but you just can’t see him,”
my father explained.
 
When he was older and wiser,
my father shocked me by saying,
“I don’t need to defend God;
God can take care of himself.”
He put his Bible on the bookshelf
and started preaching from The Denver Post.
One day he raged that another convicted murderer
had been executed in a neighboring state’s electric chair.
He ended his sermon on Sunday with a question:
“Would Jesus Christ pull the switch?”
 
Of all my father’s sermons,
I remember only this fragment,
and I hold on to it fiercely,
the way I once held the blessed bread
of Holy Communion, so I wouldn’t drop it,
or the way my young father held me
when he came home on weekends,
nuzzling my face with his stubbly cheek,
ten thousand tiny whiskers prickling my skin.

 
© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

Tantalizing

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Summer monsoon season, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


tantalizing clouds—
chances are fifty-fifty
that some rain will fall

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Climb

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A hot August day, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


summer afternoon—
clouds trying to climb a tree
slip from the branches

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Bits and Pieces

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~~ 1 ~~
 
leaning on his cane
grandpa in the nursing home
ogles the nurses
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
cat in the kitchen
unwinding a ball of yarn
with his white-tipped paw
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
rushing out the door
without glancing backward once—
terrified priestess
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
ravenous seagull
hovering near the dumpster—
last night’s crumbs for lunch
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
summer afternoon—
the ringing of clear laughter
from the neighbor’s yard
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
out-of-date lenses—
a minor blur in vision
makes him look again
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
rusting ship’s anchor
cast down at the water’s edge—
one crab scuttles by
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
old man’s rheumy eyes
flicker in recognition
in the nursing home
 

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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August

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A hot August day, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Even the clouds sizzle this afternoon.

 
Text and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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