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Five Haiku: Spring Firsts


1
Spring’s first bitterness—
the church on top of the hill
is consumed by fire.
 
2
First small joy of spring—
at the bike store a young boy
gets a bargain price.
 
3
First Sunday of spring—
a worn, but polished, church bell
rings out loud and clear.
 
4
Spring’s first disaster—
the smoke-drenched walls of the bar
tell a fiery tale.
 
5
Spring’s first conundrum—
stand below the fire station,
tell me what you see.

 
Haiku © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #258
 
More Writers’ Pantry #12 at Poets and Storytellers United

I wish I had a Harley

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Art on a boarded-up building, Ajo, Arizona
 


I wish I had a Harley
Instead of my old Schwinn;
I’d open up the throttle,
Go faster than the wind.
 
But all I have to take me
Someplace at a low cost
Is the bike I’ve had so long
That all its sheen is lost.

 
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Macro Monday 2
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Bicycles”