Category Archives: Ruby Tuesday Too

Burro

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Detail from a painting, Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona
 


An old man and his burro
Are heading for the hills.
They hope to find some nuggets
Among the rocks and rills,
Some nuggets gold and gleaming
To make the old man rich.
The burro doesn’t care much—
He’d rather balk and bitch.

  
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Flight

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Mall in Yuma, Arizona
 


Someone saw a little dove
Taking flight to worlds above,
Rising frightened in her flight,
Rising in the day, not night.
 
Little dove, will you come down
From the palm where you have flown?
Or are you up there to stay
Through the night and through the day?

  
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Flood

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Detail of a carpet in a church in Wellton, Arizona
 


If a mighty flood should come,
Sweeping through the church’s doors,
Carpets would be overwhelmed
As would all the parquet floors.
 
When the mighty flood subsides,
Just as in the Bible lore,
There will come an olive branch
From the One who makes waves roar.

 
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Cardinal

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A cardinal on a calendar


first day of the month—
the calendar cardinal
keeps singing yearlong

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher

A mask on the wall

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Mask on the bathroom wall of artist Anado McLauchlin, La Cieneguita, Guanajuato, México
 


A mask on the wall of the bath
Represents such unholy wrath
That bathers do quake,
And shiver and shake,
While viewing the mask in the bath.

 
Limerick and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday: Stars

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Detail of a patriotic wreath for sale in a New Mexico gift shop
 


 
Photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Clerking

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A neighborhood store in San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México

 
 

lipsticks on the left
hairspray on the right
a narrow aisle between them
 
clerking in a white smock
she squeezes her hips
through the straits
looking for something
a customer wants
 
seldom does she walk home
after her shift is over
without wondering how she can
do this chore for the rest of her life
 
the wisp of a dangling spider web
sticks to her left eyelash
startling her out of her reverie
and she brushes it away
along with her thoughts

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
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War

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Cholla cactus blossoms at daybreak, Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, Southern Arizona
 


You’d think that a cactus would welcome the light.
Instead, it was fighting with all of its might
The vanishing darkness, the lengthening day—
How strange was the battle I saw by the way!
 
The battle continues, or so I am told;
The stones and the sands repeat stories of old.
The warring goes on between darkness and light,
With cactuses getting caught up in the fight.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Gifts

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Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
 


gifts from the ocean
strewn along a sandy beach
free for the taking

 
Haiku © 2017 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Her birthday

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Painting of a grand celebration (maybe a birthday!), Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona

 
 

Her birthday,
crammed with memories,
one in particular:
rising at the meadowlark’s song
to walk across the dew-drenched grass,
her feet bare and cold and wet,
humming little nonsense tunes
to greet the light, bolder now
than when she’d left the house,
turning to see him at the window,
her ancient father;
how small he looks,
how like a cattail reed,
brown and brittle
at summer’s end—
and then he is falling,
clutching at his breast,
sailing off beyond the morning light,
the midday light, every light
there ever was or will be.
Pulling her phone from her skirt
pocket, she calls her friend:
“It’s over now. Come.
Come quickly.”

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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