Category Archives: Yuma

Press One for English

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A palm tree near the duck pond, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

 
 

The palms,
filled with songbirds,
bow low to the earth.
Butterflies ravage
the carcass of a fox.
A farmer,
dazzled by his tomatoes,
flows in and out
of the here and now,
munching something
hallucinogenic.
The end is near,
and all the players know it.
Press One for English.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
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Respect

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Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


I have respect (the gardener says)
For beans and flowers and trees.
In wonder I kneel before living things—
I’ve nearly worn out my knees.
 
Even for weeds I have great respect.
(A weed’s a plant out of place).
You have to admire their tenacity—
They’re older than all our race.
 
But most of all, it’s stones I esteem;
They’re stalwart and brave and true,
Imparting their wisdom to those who care—
I’m one of those people, are you?

 
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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A woman wrapped in water

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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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Scattered

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Broken dinnerware, littering the desert near Yuma, Arizona
 


Can these scattered shards be repaired?

 
Photo and text © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Kintsugi

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Broken dinnerware, littering the desert near Yuma, Arizona
 


Kintsugi master,
gather up these scattered shards,
and with your lacquer,
glue them together again,
more beautiful than before.

 
Photo and tanka © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Blue Monday: Garden Goddess

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Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


Although her arms are broken
And her feet are crumbling fast,
The little garden goddess
Seems to last and last.
 
In every growing season,
Whether summer or in spring,
The little garden goddess
Doesn’t miss a thing.
 
She sees the roses blooming
And a hungry little bird;
She sees tomato hornworms,
Though her eyes are blurred.
 
She keeps watch every morning,
Every midday, every night—
The little garden goddess
Makes sure all’s just right.

 
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
 

Dangers

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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

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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

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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

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A winding path, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

 
 

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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