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No Saddle


gazing at the text
from her lover far away—
a taste of honey
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
stifling afternoon
without the cooling breezes
she was hoping for
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
Sweltering June day—
the old abbot stubs his toe
near the temple gate.
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
nursing home at dusk—
the glint in her eyes dimming
as she sees the end
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
no saddle, no reins
on the untamed horse called death—
her wild ride forward

 
Haiku © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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