Category Archives: Yuma Conservation Garden
A woman wrapped in water
Reflections in the duck pond, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
A woman wrapped in water
will try to surprise you
summer afternoons
as you are cultivating bean rows
in your long-neglected garden.
She will come,
bearing a blade in her hand,
from the place across the road,
where ice melted months ago.
Gulp at her appearing, if you must,
but do not let her speak.
Cut her off,
or with subtle words
and artifice and craft
she will begin turning you
into a pond or puddle, and laugh
when the deed is accomplished.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Dangers
Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
This garden is fraught with dangers.
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Blue Monday: Hungry Mallard
Part of a sign promoting clean lakes and streams, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
One day a hungry mallard
Was looking for a snack;
He looked both up- and downstream,
He looked both front and back.
He settled for a minnow,
While hungering for more,
Then swam back reluctantly
To the distant shore.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Why
An old farm truck rusts in the sun, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
Why do all things fall apart?
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Angel
A father bends
to help his little girl
who has skinned her knee
while running.
Somehow her legs gave way
and she stumbled in the gravel
at the sidewalk’s end.
He kisses the wound
again and again, murmuring,
“It’s all right, angel, it’s all right.”
Smiling back at him
through tears, she says,
“Thank you, Daddy.
You’re an angel too.”
Then the big angel spreads his wings
and carries his little angel home.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Ordinary
A duck pauses for a rest at Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
An ordinary duck
On an ordinary day
Doing ordinary things
In an ordinary way.
But take another look
At that ordinary duck:
I think it’s quite amazing
That he’s not built like a truck!
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Scintillating music
Cactus needles, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
scintillating music
carries her into most nights
with a flagrant disregard
for what her neighbors think
a leap of faith
that’s how she found her way
and it dawns on her
each time she prays late at night
that the spill that might have happened
did not
the end that might have come
did not
the leap that might have killed her
did not
she knows she owes everything
to that leap
and is not nonchalant
but
grateful
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Saguaro flowers
Saguaro cactus blossoms, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
Saguaro flowers glowing
Against the bright blue sky
Fill me with greatest pleasure,
And here’s the reason why:
I think there’s nothing finer
Than seeing a white bloom
Juxtaposed against the sky
To chase away my gloom.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Public Defender
This was on
the Daily Show:
Did you hear the one
about the public defender
who got confused
and represented
the wrong thief?
The charges were dropped,
but the thief ended up
as a lonely insomniac.
Which just goes to show,
I suppose,
that even a college-educated person
(I’m thinking of the public defender)
had better remember his (or
her) p’s and q’s
before he (or she) cleanses
(or attempts to cleanse)
the soul of another.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Destruction
The remains of an old farm wagon, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
All things are prone to destruction.
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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