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Five Haiku: Spring Firsts

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

Haiku © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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I wish I had a Harley

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
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