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Let the Lint Fall Where It May


Let the lint fall where it may,
In the dirt or in the hay.
The clock is stuck at half-past one,
Desolation has begun;
Now the table won’t be set
For the meal I’d hoped to get.
Things have turned out to be worse
Than this twisted, tortured verse.
All my feelings go awry
When a stick’s poked in my eye,
And the sound of heavy metal
Grinding every flower petal
Seems to last for forty years—
Who will wipe away my tears?

 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Sunrise, Apache County, Northern Arizona
 


along the fence line
searching for something I lost
forty years ago

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Forgotten

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Wildflower, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


Is this the blossom
forgotten when I left home
forty years ago?

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Solitude

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Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


for the wanderers
forty years of solitude
in the wilderness

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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