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If You Dance


If you dance, you’ll need some salt.
Tumble down into the vault,
Where the salt is mixed with wind—
No, my dear, it’s not been tinned!
 
Best to take the salt at once,
Lest you turn into a dunce,
Crying with the living dead,
Who do not care what you’re fed.
 
Still, the best is yet to come:
See the dead man bind the drum
To his forehead with a string?
And you thought it was just bling!
 
Do not dread what is to come;
Though the dead man beats his drum
At least he’s not beating you!
All is well, and this is true.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #216

Crumbs

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Saguaro cactus, White Tank Mountain Regional Park, Maricopa County, Arizona
 
 


~~ 1 ~~
 
filling my left hand
with seven sticks of incense—
hush of curling smoke
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
how endless crying
leads to an unstable bridge
that no one can cross
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
It is good sometimes
to be the link that’s missing
or an untold tale.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
Cheese and bread and wine—
we lift them from the hamper,
pigeons eye the crumbs.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
sipping orange juice
along with their chocolate cake—
the birthday children
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
ending of summer—
even the geese are weary
of halcyon days
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
a jagged old fence
snagging wind and rain and clouds—
I slip through the strands
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
We could live like this—
in the middle of nowhere
with bears for neighbors.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
old Kansas farmer
rubbing thumb and forefinger
against misfortune
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
some alphabet soup
sipped from my grandmother’s cup—
autumn abundance
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
showing her brother
the proper way to plant seeds
without wasting one
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
ten thousand apples
ripening in the orchard—
wealth before first frost
 

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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