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One-Eyed Crow

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Caged bird for sale, Mercado San Juan de Dios, Guadalajara, Jalisco, México
 
 

A one-eyed crow
glares at me from atop
the roadside birch.
If it had hands,
it would be waving me on,
disgusted by my clothes and hair,
which are caked with mud.
But crows have no hands,
and they cannot wave,
nor can they carry sabers
to cut down their foes.
If I could capture that crow,
I’d put it in a cage
lined with newspapers
and sell it—cheap—
at Saturday’s flea market.
Instead, I am retreating
from its mocking tongue.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
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A woman wrapped in water

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Reflections in the duck pond, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 
 

A woman wrapped in water
will try to surprise you
summer afternoons
as you are cultivating bean rows
in your long-neglected garden.
She will come,
bearing a blade in her hand,
from the place across the road,
where ice melted months ago.
Gulp at her appearing, if you must,
but do not let her speak.
Cut her off,
or with subtle words
and artifice and craft
she will begin turning you
into a pond or puddle, and laugh
when the deed is accomplished.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #125
   
More Poetry Pantry #367 at Poets United

Whetting

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Palo Verde tree at dawn, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


wilderness morning—
old raven whetting her tongue
to cut the silence

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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