Summer

Summer
drew us away
from grief at dusk
as a courteous host
draws his guest
into the light
offering drinks
dinner
and conversation.
Who would want
to escape
such grace?
Only a moth
perhaps
with a broken wing.

 
 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Four Haiku

at the water’s edge
the saved wait to be baptized—
old-time religion
 
 
shadows by the bridge
sculpted from hollowed-out light—
great blue heron’s cry
 
 
feet follow cinders
leading to the temple gate
a place of great grace
 
 
fingers framed by light
clutching an old rosary
carved of human bone

 
 
Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Finding Bliss in Change

Let’s make a parade, and march through the gate;
These times are trying, but we cannot wait.
 
Grace has gone swimming, and things are amiss—
Who in her right mind would argue with this?
 
See how old prejudice rears up its head?
Cut it off quickly! Make sure that it’s dead.
 
There’s beauty in yellow, red, white, and black;
Joy’s in the middle, the front and the back.
 
It’s simple, my friend, to bring a new day.
Old braids of hatred? Just snip them away!

 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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My Hopes Are Dashed and Scattered

My hopes are dashed and scattered,
There’s no more grace to spare,
For flyaway potatoes
Have landed everywhere!
They’ve landed on my shoulders,
They’ve landed on my knee,
They’ve landed in the ocean,
They’ve landed in the sea.
Some folks would call it bounty,
But I call it bad luck
To live in Tater County
And drive a tater truck.
Perhaps I should be grateful
For taters, lanes, and such,
But after three bad crashes,
I am not grateful much.

 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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