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Four Couplets in Plague Time



Everything stirs up my blood:
Leaves and grass, and squishy mud.
 
 
Dancers in the field don’t need
Anything but chicken feed.
 
 
Don’t give garbage to your cow!
Stop this nonsense, stop it now!
 
 
I wish I could see the light;
Hear bees whisper, “It’s all right.”

 

Rhyming couplets © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Field of Strange Surprises


In a field of strange surprises, one chipped cup appears;
Yellow roses near the lip have faded with the years.
 
A clothesline pinned with tables, along with rusty tools,
Earns heaps of raw derision from mouths of Sunday fools.
 
They say the world is flooding and seas are black with ink.
But who knows what the truth is, and who knows what to think?
 
The end of time’s upon us, and dust coats every shelf.
But what’s the use of cleaning? Just leave that to the elf.

 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Ploughman

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Santa Fe National Cemetery, New Mexico
 


in a barren field
row upon row of headstones—
the ploughman ploughs deep

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Tricks

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Wild asters, Apache County, Arizona
 


autumn afternoon—
the tricks my eyes play on me
in the aster field

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Secret

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Yucca transitioning from blossom to seedpod, Navajo National Monument, Northern Arizona
 


plump seedpod
cradling next summer
in secret
gossip bees whisper
in the blossom fields

 
Tanka © 2015 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Rice Field

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part of a rice field—
in an intimate corner
two women undress
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
the naked women
in one patch of the rice field—
unsatisfied thirst
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
jagged rice stubble—
no place for their lovemaking
in the harvest field

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Morning

Dawn, Gila Mtns.
Subtle early morning shadows steal across agricultural land, Yuma County, Arizona
 


on little mice feet
morning skitters through the field
too early for crows
~~ ~~ ~~


Can a mouse move without skittering?

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Shifting

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Melon blossom, Southern California
 


in the melon field
a shifting world of darkness
underneath the vines

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Variations on ‘Caged Bird’

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Each little poem-breath begins with a phrase purloined from Maya Angelou’s “Caged Bird.” Maya Angelou died on 28 May 2014.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
On the grave of dreams
place a thousand paving stones—
let no wraiths escape.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
the fat worms waiting
as the tractor keeps plowing—
hundred-acre field
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
on the distant hill
a fireworks launch at bedtime
children ooh and ah
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
the back of the wind
carrying a pungent scent
through my open door
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
with a fearful trill
and flapping of sturdy wings
cormorant nabs fish
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
Through the sighing trees
a lean and fluid roebuck
flees the hunter’s bow.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
Till the current ends,
I have no need to propel
my raft with a pole.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
He opens his throat,
spilling out jovial notes,
gracing all who hear.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Through his bars of rage
he glimpses freedom’s terrain—
one breath out of reach.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
In the orange sun
seven crows chase each other,
crying raucously.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
of another breeze
piping countless melodies—
why the caged bird sings

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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One

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Beavertail Cactus (Opuntia basilaris) blossom, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


The field to the north
is filled only with cacti
and one red blossom.

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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