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Stars

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A Christmas tree ornament in a Yuma County, Arizona church


The tamarind trees
capture stars in their branches
and won’t let them go.
 
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With a mended broom
she sweeps stars from the carpet,
pins them in her hair.
 
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So many stories—
more than the stars in the sky!
Who can tell them all?
 
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A spiral staircase—
just what I need to visit
the stars at midnight.
 
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The sunny courtyard—
underneath a wooden bench
seven stars huddle.
 
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Ignoring the wind,
she makes her way to the stars
and kisses each one.
 
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Solitary walk,
the pathway littered with stars—
who will sweep them up?
 
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To keep him happy
she stirs stars into his tea
and sings lullabies.
 
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We are clothed and fed
by stars dressed as grandmothers,
aunties and uncles.
 
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I have no father,
but my mothers are the stars,
nursing me with fire.
 
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Some fabulous bird
with seven stars in its beak
taps at my window.
 
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On the laundry line
she hangs seven stars to dry
and they wink at her.

 
Haiku and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
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Complicated

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Ocotillo blossoms, Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, Southern Arizona
 


Shadow, bloom, and thorn—
how complicated the soul
of the wilderness!

 
Haiku © 2018 and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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At your touch


at your touch on this cold night
I lean into your hair
which smells of moons and stars
gratefully inhaling the scent
that makes me tipsy
as a hummingbird
too full of nectar
 
the faces of our children
not yet born
will glow with wonder
when we tell this story
thirty years from now
and they will tell it to their children
speaking in hushed voices:
 
how a farmer loved his wife
through sixty years of drought and plenty
while suns and stars and planets
kept whirling round the fields
and wistful neighbors spoke with reverence
of the fertile pair

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
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Dreamers

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Detail from a mosaic on a community wall, Ajo, Arizona
 


Through the wilderness
a family of dreamers
hastens hand in hand.

 
Haiku © 2018 and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Hairs


combing three white hairs
over his shiny pink head—
potbellied barber

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Acne


The year’s first acne—
a pimple on her forehead
glows as though on fire.

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Poetry About the Body”

Handshake


The year’s first handshake—
two old friends greet each other
on a busy street.

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Poetry About the Body”

The coast is clear


The coast is clear,
but the simple man knows
that the earth is about to ripple
from the inside out
and become a gigantic heap
of rubble.
 
Might as well bask in the sun
warming his bones
while he can.
Nothing to gain by putting it off.
 
In the throes of ecstasy
he peels off his clothes,
gets down on his knees,
and gives thanks,
despite the tumult to come.

 

Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
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Song

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Detail from a painting in a Yuma County, Arizona church
 


The song of a dove
settles onto the cushion
of an empty chair.

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Fading

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Fading bougainvillea blossoms on a trash heap, Wellton, Arizona
 


What is there to celebrate
When the brilliant blossoms fade?
Who rejoices at such loss?
Are not tender souls dismayed?
 
And yet in fading flowers
We see clearly what we are:
Blooms that shrivel at day’s end,
Leaving nothing near or far.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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