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midafternoon snack
of juicy watermelon
ripe and red and sweet
 
 
stepping back quickly—
a rattler ready to strike
warns me just in time
 
 
a change in her luck
after the sunflowers bloom—
retreating cancer
 
 
adjusting the light
while using the cutting board
for chopping veggies
 
 
Something in the room,
perhaps dust in the closet,
seems to call my name.
 
 
geranium pots
arrayed on a stepladder—
summer afternoon

 
 
Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More The Whirligig #282
 
More Writers’ Pantry #36 at Poets and Storytellers United

 

Send Me Silver Messages


Send me silver messages on wings of bees or bats.
Send them to the sad café, where I wear many hats:
Baker, barber, barkeep—even chairman of the board;
Table number three is mine, beside the safety cord.
 
Also in the library, where dancing Buddhas shine,
You may find me barely sober (I’ll be drinking wine).
Remember now, for safety’s sake, parking’s not allowed
Near the curb, or where bad news is breaking to the crowd.
 
If you can make some sense of this, you’re better than I am;
Farewell, dear friends, my journey starts—I’m off to Vietnam!

 
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #225
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Safety”