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The Night Nursing Staff (and Other Delights)


 
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The night nursing staff—poor, overworked dears—
Are feeling the need to down a few beers.
 
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Cluck as you gallop away on your horse,
Blast your opponents, and chart a new course.
 
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Dreaming of bodies that don’t look like mine
Helps me remember that we’re all divine.
 
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Fathers and sons and ghosts that are holy—
When they play soccer, who serves as goalie?
 
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The donkey starved at midnight and died against the wall.
For want of hay and water, the donkey gave his all.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #174
 
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The Probability

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the probability
 
that she will be sleeping
 
when he comes
 
to bring her coffee
 
bleached white with powder
 
instead of cream
 
is great
 
he sees her lying there
 
in an impossible heap
 
of bones
 
her skin
 
stretched tight over her skull
 
and he wonders
 
if even as she sleeps
 
she can hear the birds singing
 
just outside the window
 
or the sound the bricks make
 
as they shift uneasily
 
in their bed of mortar
 
causing a startled raven
 
to slam against the house

 

Poem © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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