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I have come to gaze

The remains of an old house near the shores of Willow Lake, Prescott, Arizona

I have come to gaze
on the clover and milkweed.
They are thick this month;
great drifts of leaves and stems
flare up
around the foundation
of the old farmhouse,
where something tiny
glitters on a stone.
The midday sun
is hot enough
to parch or melt
the thing that glitters,
and if it perishes,
who will keen for it?


Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México

afternoon shadows
I love them too much to think
the moon will melt them

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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