In this sizzling heat we feel as though we’re descending into hell. The river has shrunk into a thin sliver thread. Our grapes are turning brown. They need water. I cannot tell you how eagerly we look for a cloud—one cloud!—to bear even a few drops of rain to the grapes. The neighbor boy flies his kite. It casts a shadow over the dying grapes. But I’ve had enough of watching for clouds that never come. I dig out our passports. “Come on,” I say to my beloved, “we’re going to Norway where it’s cool and it rains. Oh, wait! Americans aren’t welcome in Europe these days. What a clusterf*ck!”
I can’t remember
the last time I quenched my thirst
from a mountain stream.
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Women in the photograph
Do not smile and do not laugh.
“Bones,” they croak, “are fine when brown.
Can we buy some in your town?”
Skin of language, weight of air,
Ravens weaving patterns there
In the presence of your friends—
See the way the sunlight bends?
Poem © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Detail from a mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona
A penny for your thoughts,
Can anyone grow wise
thinking only of the stars?
When shadows nestle in your hair,
becoming bent and crooked—
is that how wisdom begins?
What about the young boy
who loops himself around
the boa constrictor
and survives to tell the tale?
Will you be like him?
Will you have a tale to tell?
How will you begin?
A penny (that’s enough)
for your thoughts,
More Sunday’s Whirligig #124
Blue window, northern New Mexico
Red Bird of Paradise (Caesalpinia pulcherrima), Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
bird of paradise—
even the scarlet petals
will soon fade to brown
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Melange of autumn leaves near the banks of Cache la Poudre River, Fort Collins, Colorado