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Press One for English

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A palm tree near the duck pond, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

 
 

The palms,
filled with songbirds,
bow low to the earth.
Butterflies ravage
the carcass of a fox.
A farmer,
dazzled by his tomatoes,
flows in and out
of the here and now,
munching something
hallucinogenic.
The end is near,
and all the players know it.
Press One for English.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #127
   
More Poetry Pantry #369 at Poets United

A Poet Is Born

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The first line of each breath-of-a-poem is taken from The Poet Slave of Cuba: A Biography of Juan Francisco Manzano by Margarita Engle.
 


~~ 1 ~~
 
In some hut of mud
with a floor of dry, tamped dung,
a poet is born.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
inventing verses
that rise and fall with seasons—
the farming poet
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
on flimsy paper
writing words that reach thousands
with pathos and light
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
A fragrance of words
flows from the child poet’s mouth—
honey on his tongue.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
the whispered daydreams
of corn pushing toward the sun
during tassel time
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
a woman running
from the seed about to split
into lightning songs
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
The fragrant garden—
she comes each day at twilight
to sip with the bees.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
No one is looking
as she enters the courtyard
to steal a mango.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
after the harvest
every vine stripped of its fruit—
season of waiting
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
Count the songs growing
in the tunnel of the mole—
ten thousand or more.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
Even a free bird
cannot sprout another wing
when one is broken.

 
Poems © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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