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In This Sizzling Heat: A Haibun

In this sizzling heat we feel as though we’re descending into hell. The river has shrunk into a thin sliver thread. Our grapes are turning brown. They need water. I cannot tell you how eagerly we look for a cloud—one cloud!—to bear even a few drops of rain to the grapes. The neighbor boy flies his kite. It casts a shadow over the dying grapes. But I’ve had enough of watching for clouds that never come. I dig out our passports. “Come on,” I say to my beloved, “we’re going to Norway where it’s cool and it rains. Oh, wait! Americans aren’t welcome in Europe these days. What a clusterf*ck!”

I can’t remember
the last time I quenched my thirst
from a mountain stream.


Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Saguaro cactus, Sonoran Desert, Maricopa County, Arizona

kite-flying weather
arriving out of the blue
to tighten my string

Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Mission San Xavier del Bac in the Sonoran Desert, Tucson, Arizona

made for snagging kites
two palms above the mission
sniffing at the wind
~~ ~~ ~~
kite snatchers waiting for some victims

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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