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Haibun: True Tale


Every tale I tell is true, although they may not have happened exactly the way I tell them. I embellish a detail here to emphasize a point. I subtract a detail there so it doesn’t detract from the narrative. I once held an old tabby cat until she died, feeling the blood rise and fall in her veins, and the faint purr of gratitude in her throat. No one wants to die alone, not even a cat. After her death I walked along the beach and picked up a shell. Everyone knows you can hear the ocean in a seashell. I heard my cat. She seemed to be whispering to me as she often did at midnight when she lay beside me in bed. “One day the current will carry you to me forever. Until then, I will speak to you as the wind or the waves. Listen.”
 

My first memories
burned to ashes long ago,
yet I still sift them.


 

Haibun © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher 

 

Overnight

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Autumn begins to color deciduous trees in Coconino National Forest, Northern Arizona
 


Did these fall colors appear overnight?

 
Text and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Bellicose

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Not finding fall colors, feeling bellicose…

 
Text and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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First Whirl of February

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The first line of each breath-of-a-poem is taken from phrases found in A Year in the World by Frances Mayes.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
their morning coffee—
spring, summer, fall, and winter
taking it with cream
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
on the balcony
sharing an afternoon drink
fragrant vin rosé
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
on an envelope
one thin line of poetry
trailing to the edge
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
clutching photographs
faded ones from long ago
in her tight right hand
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a votive candle
casting a shadowy spell
in the holy place
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
through the spice bazaar
following an old woman
laden with saffron
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
open till midnight—
a sign taped to the window
restoring our hope
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
on a lamp table
two little stacks of spare change
enough for bus fare
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
from her only son
a letter written with flair—
loops and flourishes
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
a heap of rubble
where the freeway bridge once stood—
earthquake aftermath

 
© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Train

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Steam locomotive preparing for a run, Cumbres & Toltec Scenic Railroad, Chama, New Mexico
 


train for all seasons—
summer lumbers down the track
making way for fall

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Fallen

Stepping down
 
Bougainvillea petals litter a sidewalk, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


all the red blossoms
I love them too much to think
they will fall by noon

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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