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Observe the Maggots


 
~~ ~~ 1 ~~ ~~
 
Observe the maggots; climb the stairs;
Smell the coffee; ignore grey hairs;
Your cup is full, you need no more—
Go forth in peace, and close the door.
 
~~ ~~ 2 ~~ ~~
 
Enough is enough, fool on the hill;
Hush all your babbling, and just be still.
 
~~ ~~ 3 ~~ ~~
 
The one who leaves will return,
Having seen the mountain burn,
And the crocus will rejoice
When it hears the master’s voice.
 
~~ ~~ 4 ~~ ~~
 
Neck and neck the horses run,
Uphill, downhill, just for fun.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Aching

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Golden poppy (Eschscholzia californica), Southern California
 


a golden poppy
mistaken for a crocus
aching in the light

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Suicide Note

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She scribbles her suicide note with fervor,
envisioning birds and thorns, and her
arrival at a crossroads in the night.
She tells of a thread, stitching
rose and crocus and
chrysanthemum together in a
crazy-quilt of seasons out of joint.
She sings of a great horned owl
with the shine of moonlight
in its left eye, but not its right.
She curses the mud
from whose ravenous sucking
not even the strongest foot
can pull free. Then,
in mid-sentence

 

© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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