To flatten the curve, don’t go anywhere—
Not the hills or the plains; get used to long hair.
Maybe you’ll tango, and maybe you won’t,
But when nighttime comes, don’t go out, just don’t.
Tell your young nephew: “I want to stay here;
It’s safer that way, you know it is, dear.
This won’t last forever, though now it seems black;
But here’s where we are, dear, there’s no turning back.
Let’s brush off our tears, child; now give me your hand—
We’ll pray that this Covid will flee from our land.”
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
A stone-lined pathway at Wupatki National Monument, Northern Arizona
perfuming the ancient road
that leads to the hills
on a rocky road
women with delicate feet
walking with their gods
fresh winds from the west
erasing every footprint
from the pilgrim way
Haiku © 2015 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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