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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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A snowy forest in northern New Mexico

first days of the year—
even the old pine forest
puts on a new coat

Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Whirling with Amy

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Each vignette begins with a phrase culled from “The Kingfisher,” by Amy Clampitt.

~~ 1 ~~
poetry is gone—
the miner and the farmer
clench their teeth with toil
~~ 2 ~~
a downtown churchyard
where old women holding court
leer at three old men
~~ 3 ~~
A dazzled pub crawl—
what shall we give the barkeeps
for their jollity?
~~ 4 ~~
pastoral nightfall
under the crossed oak branches
a tryst by moonlight
~~ 5 ~~
ruined nunnery
celibates used to live here
now skittering mice
~~ 6 ~~
on Fifty-fifth Street
threading the intersection
with thundering heart
~~ 7 ~~
a Sunday morning
somewhere across the ocean
where no church bells toll
~~ 8 ~~
some grizzled spruce bog
where creatures keep to themselves
and no one sees them
~~ 9 ~~
seeing how his hands
go searching through the haystack
for missing needles
~~ 10 ~~
stunning tapestry
woven with thread of gold and
the blood of martyrs
~~ 11 ~~
Through the long evening
one expression recurring—
“You don’t understand.”
~~ 12 ~~
among its headstones
one in the cemetery
bringing you to mind

© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Palo Verde tree at dawn, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

wilderness morning—
old raven whetting her tongue
to cut the silence

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Old Newspapers


an absurd story
above the fold on page one—
yellowed newspaper
~~ ~~ ~~
she stifles a groan
reading her granddad’s obit—
an old newspaper
~~ ~~ ~~
weak old newspaper
crumbling to dust in her hands—
the same old story

© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Beavertail Cactus (Opuntia basilaris) in bloom, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California

a single blossom
renewing the streams of light
in sorrow’s old house

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México

behind the old door
perhaps a quiet courtyard
where pilgrims may rest

Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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