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A song rising


A song rising from the wheat stubble
makes air and light and worm take note.
 
The iron door of the silo clangs
in time with the music.
 
By order of an unseen conductor
the song on which your life and
mine hinge will never be over—
it goes on forever.
 
It blows in the wind,
it floats in the water,
it glows in the stars.
Forever.
Amen.

 

Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
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Saint Nobody


Saint Nobody walks with a purpose
Through streets where no one else dares.
She greets all the lonely and homeless,
Those for whom no one else cares.
 
Saint Nobody never feels frightened
Among the outcasts and thieves;
She fears neither danger nor darkness,
For this is what she believes:
 
She’s been given light that’s for sharing,
Light that she cannot withhold.
Saint Nobody walks with a purpose—
This is what makes her so bold.

 
Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Saints”

Light

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Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument, Southern Arizona
 


Light creeps inexorably across the wilderness.

 
Photo and text © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Walk

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Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


A small wooden bridge—
first, we walk through the shadows,
then into the light.

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

 

Her birthday

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Painting of a grand celebration (maybe a birthday!), Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona

 
 

Her birthday,
crammed with memories,
one in particular:
rising at the meadowlark’s song
to walk across the dew-drenched grass,
her feet bare and cold and wet,
humming little nonsense tunes
to greet the light, bolder now
than when she’d left the house,
turning to see him at the window,
her ancient father;
how small he looks,
how like a cattail reed,
brown and brittle
at summer’s end—
and then he is falling,
clutching at his breast,
sailing off beyond the morning light,
the midday light, every light
there ever was or will be.
Pulling her phone from her skirt
pocket, she calls her friend:
“It’s over now. Come.
Come quickly.”

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Marigolds

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Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
 


We biked into the garden,
Where marigolds did bloom.
We thought we’d have a picnic
In this fine outdoor room.
 
We spread a checkered blanket,
Near where we laid our bikes;
We nibbled cheese, sipped some wine,
And listened to the shrikes.

 
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Bicycles”
   

Spaces

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A red leaf among pine debris, Lockett Meadow Campground, Coconino National Forest near Flagstaff, Arizona, autumn 2016
 


On the forest floor
even hidden spaces hold
both darkness and light.

 
Photo and haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Space”

Spilling

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January sunrise, Yuma County, Arizona
 


Tenth day of the year—
the door of heaven opens,
spilling out fresh light.

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Midweek Motif: “Door”

Light

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A Yuma County, Arizona home still glows with Christmas lights in 2017.
 


Though Christmas is past,
light still shines in the darkness
of a desert night.

 
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Notes

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Reflection of a December sunrise in the rear window of a recreational vehicle, Yuma County, Arizona
 


one note, then two more
coaxing light to come again—
Kokopelli’s flute

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher