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Famine or Feast?

In a little storybook that I read both day and night,
A man heaps feast-food on some plates, but keeps them out of sight.
His wrinkled visage dares to me reach for juice or wine,
But when I do, he slaps me with twisted fishing line.
My luck is next to nothing, I’m down and out, you see;
The table spread before me was never meant for me.
If you have hair, it’s easy to charm the serving-man
Who keeps the sideboard groaning with cake and wine and flan.
But if your hair is thinning and showing roots of grey,
The keeper of the sideboard will swat your hands away.
The moral of my story, if moral there may be:
There’s nothing wrong with hair dye, or using flattery!

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Castoff piece of dinnerware, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

Kobayashi Issa’s haiku about a plum tree at the gate, along with a piece of broken plate to illustrate the scene, inspires me to write a new haiku:


the family’s good fortune
in bloom…
plum tree at the gate

~~ ~~ ~~

plum tree at the gate—
waiting for the first blossom
to bring us good luck

Haiku in bold and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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