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Macro Monday 2: Book
Jim Harrison’s final book of poems, Dead Man’s Float.
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Shadow Shot Sunday 2: Book
Autumn afternoon shadows settle on the pages of a book.
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If You Are Not a Reader
If you wait until the end comes, friend—
the end of the world, I mean—
to pick up a book and read,
you will never find out
how love and lust,
though cousins, differ,
and why one is far superior to the other.
Luck may sometimes nudge you in the right direction,
toward love and not toward lust,
but how lucky can you be if you are not a reader?
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Melody
The Sonoran Desert landscape near Ajo, Arizona
On which page is it written,
In which trustworthy book,
That barren places warrant
No glance or second look?
The unassuming places
Hold more than eye can see,
And for those with ears to hear,
A soulful melody.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Today
Some of the books on one of my many shelves
An old oak topples—
what better day than today
to open a book?
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Seasons
Melange of autumn leaves near the banks of Cache la Poudre River, Fort Collins, Colorado
among the brown ones
a single red maple leaf—
autumn’s tattered texts
in the middle of a book
that the author never ends
Text © 2015 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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No Idea
She had no idea
that merely sitting
with a book in her hands
on the bench
outside the shop
where records were sold
would be her invitation
to go elsewhere
along a way that she could
neither walk nor run—
as if she were a letter
dropped in a mailbox
sorted by a hundred hands
until at last she
reached her destination
slipped through a narrow
slot in her
lover’s front door, and
announced her presence.
Bait
Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
summer evening
a breeze turns leaves over
abandoned book
fishermen bait the shadows
hoping to catch a fresh word
*Opening gambit © by Nicole the Local Artist
Final two lines and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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