Category Archives: Anza-Borrego Desert

Empty

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An empty campsite, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


Little cactus wren,
the table that looks empty
still holds ants for you.

 
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Sign

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A sign beside the road in Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


Bright day, long road, short shadows…

 
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Settled

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Day’s end, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


Little cactus wren,
have you settled for the night
in this lonely place?

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday: Tattered Garment

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Immigrants crossing illegally into the U.S. from Mexico often abandon clothing in the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
  


Someone left a garment,
Left in the sand,
As she fled to safety
In a foreign land.
 
The garment’s torn and tattered,
And faded by the sun,
Yet bears the haunting beauty
Of someone on the run.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

From the ashes

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Ocotillo blossoms during the spring 2017 “super bloom,” Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


Although these blooms are lovely,
They will not come again;
Blasted by the desert heat,
They vanished with the wind.
 
Yet I believe the promise
That beauty will arise
From the ashes of these blooms
To grace the desert skies.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Take a word or two

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Beavertail cactus blossom, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 
 

Take a word or two—
mingle, calendar, or burning will do.
Splash them on a page,
or hang them with rope
from a branch
like lumps of suet
to feed the hungry jays.
All words woven by your hands
become poems, my daughter,
and yours will be the first weaving
to awaken daffodils
from their winter sleep.
Even the jays
will be amazed.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Song

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Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
  


They tell the story
of how, on distant mountains,
one dove left her song.

  
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Flaunting

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Barrel cactus, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California, March 2017
  


On the mountain path
a cactus flaunts its blossoms
for a day or two.

  
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Glimpses

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Strawberry cactus, (Mammillaria dioica), Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California, February 2017
 
 


  
~~ 1 ~~
  
naked figurines
their alabaster bellies
shining in the light
  
~~ 2 ~~
  
somewhere in the ’hood—
poems kicked to the gutter
begging for mercy
  
~~ 3 ~~
  
at the hoarder’s house—
lockets stuffed with old photos
too many to count
  
~~ 4 ~~
  
a bloated old man
bathed by his daughter at noon
then tucked into bed
  
~~ 5 ~~
  
ambling down the street
with a basket on her arm—
market day again
  
~~ 6 ~~
  
The way the moon leans
into the battered dumpster,
you’d think it was drunk.

 
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Broken

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Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


In broken shadows, many secrets lie.

 
 
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