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All dolled up … nowhere to go …
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A doll, a trinket—
where shall we hide these strange gifts
from her prying eyes?
~~ ~~ ~~
The countertop doll
would dance with zest if she could—
elusive music.
~~ ~~ ~~
a porcelain doll
without a stitch of clothing—
enigmatic smile
~~ ~~ ~~
the road into town
where he hopes to win a doll
at the carnival
~~ ~~ ~~
traveling circus—
the man with the kewpie dolls
shoves pins into one

Haiku © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase taken from “The Lime Orchard Woman” by Alberto Álvaro Ríos .

~~ 1 ~~
traveling circus—
the man with the kewpie dolls
pushes pins in one
~~ 2 ~~
At the silliness
of the clown with the red ball
old men are weeping.
~~ 3 ~~
as if by small bones
she could keep the scorpion
from attacking her
~~ 4 ~~
the way she begins
to bite into her heartbreak
as a ripened plum
~~ 5 ~~
At the silliness
of an ear that tries to sing,
she begins to laugh.
~~ 6 ~~
She sits and watches
as the blind man stumbles home,
his white cane broken.
~~ 7 ~~
People look at her
as though the witches spawned her
late one Friday night.
~~ 8 ~~
One centimeter
away from resurrection
it all falls apart.
~~ 9 ~~
the edge of a wall
where an old man stands alone
watching plums ripen
~~ 10 ~~
leading to his house
a trail of broken timbers
branded with hex signs
~~ 11 ~~
mountains that open
as though spells from long ago
were being broken
~~ 12 ~~
the moment to breathe
the moment she has hunted
among the house wrens

© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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