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Discarded plant material with treacherous spines, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


The choice: to touch or not?

 
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Christmas with Ted

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Each tiny poem begins with a phrase taken from “Christmas Mail” by Ted Kooser.
 
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the plaintive bleating
of a thousand frightened sheep
after shepherds flee
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
into the distance
always following the star—
resolute Magi
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Wise men, the donkeys
with their sure feet and keen eyes
will guide your camels.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
clopping of camels
how they perform their slow dance
for the manger child
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
Who chews and muses
after the right choice of hay?
Mary, do you know?
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
shuffle of sandals—
small talk before the manger,
the mother, and child
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
deep in the shadows
trembling at the presence
unwashed shepherds sweat
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
cup white as a star
no snag in the smooth surface—
she sips her latte
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
her Styrofoam cup—
as long as she clutches it,
no need to panic
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
perched on the dashboard
to help drivers in distress—
good St. Anthony
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
hint of hazelnut
in her vanilla latte—
hoping for a high
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
then a touch of myrrh
to burn the tip of her tongue
with mortality

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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The Single Pancake

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This week’s words: habits, create, however, virtue, regard, gap, cycle, undoing, lessen, choice, gathering, suffering
 
The first line of each 5-7-5 snippet is taken from “My Uncle’s Favorite Coffee Shop” by Naomi Shihab Nye.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
When he found one note,
he knew that he could create
something of beauty.
 
One note that rang true
detailed years of suffering
in the old country.
 
He sang it over
and over to the children
gathering round him.
 
In the old country
the cycle of poverty—
how endless it was!

 
For an immigrant
the choice is not always clear:
go home or stay here.

 
How I love this place!
However many its faults,
it is now my home.

 
He never became
the undoing of others,
only of himself.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
I cannot tell you
the way to lessen your pain—
you already know.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
It would be peaceful
to live near Cumberland Gap
in a log cabin.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
My heart has settled
on three habits to abjure,
and perhaps a fourth.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
The single pancake
has no regard for virtue
other than its own.

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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