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Three Haiku with Coffee
1.
Seeker of wisdom,
the willow root is waiting
with a word for you.
2.
If the lilies bloom,
I trust they will be fragrant—
meanwhile, drought persists.
3.
Following a path
leading to forgotten fields,
I begin to dream.
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Haibun: Pandemic
Last year was hard—it was brutal!—as the world endured the Covid-19 pandemic. Here a mother died, there a father, and somewhere else a whole family. Some of us lost our homes, because we couldn’t work. Some of us ended up sleeping under bridges, or in fields, or in other out-of-the-way places. We were desolate. We couldn’t reach out to each other for a hug or handshake because we were in lockdown, afraid for our lives. Nothing seemed to help. And then came harbingers of hope, bearing strange names: Pfizer, Moderna, AstraZeneca—vaccines to vanquish the virus! We offered our arms for a jab, and started to look beyond our nightmare, daring to hope that our world might someday be normal again.
Hidden mountain stream—
see, a doe and her fawn come
for the day’s first drink!
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.”
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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.
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Ploughman
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
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
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
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
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
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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More Carpe Diem: “Buson’s ‘Fruitless Blossoms'”
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