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Dementia: A Haibun

Tonight my longtime friend will try to explain to me why her dementia (still in the early stages) sometimes makes her incoherent. She’s tried this before. She knows that halfway through her explanation she will find words getting harder to form, and she will quit in mid-sentence. She doesn’t want me to give advice. She just wants someone to listen, someone like me.

Midsummer mishap—
I stumble on the pathway
leading to the gate.


Haibun © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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The coast is clear

The coast is clear,
but the simple man knows
that the earth is about to ripple
from the inside out
and become a gigantic heap
of rubble.
Might as well bask in the sun
warming his bones
while he can.
Nothing to gain by putting it off.
In the throes of ecstasy
he peels off his clothes,
gets down on his knees,
and gives thanks,
despite the tumult to come.


Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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