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Haibun: Some Wild Thing

Some wild thing roves outside my door. It always comes at twilight. It moves stealthily among the shadows, zigzagging, never in a straight line. It is so swift—like a meteor’s flash or the whirling rings of Saturn—that I barely catch a glimpse of it. But I know it’s there—a constant presence as night comes on. Does it mean to harm me or to help me? I’m not sure, so in order to sleep I check the door locks and chains once more.

The Book of Bad Luck—
why do I keep reading it?
I know how it ends.


Haibun © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher 


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.


Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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