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I almost made it to the park
I almost made it to the park,
the one smelling like an
untamed jungle,
where wild things rub
against rough trees,
leaving little tufts of fur
clinging to the bark.
I almost made it to the park,
but the spirit of the night
nudged me toward ten
thousand constellations
rumbling through the sky,
and I could not help
but take two others with me,
strangers in the flesh,
but kindred spirits,
and we watched
Cassiopeia’s Crown
crumble into dust.
Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #134
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More Sunday’s Whirligig #134
More Poetry Pantry #376 at Poets United
Six for Sunday
Dried teasel, Yavapai County, Arizona
~~ 1 ~~
autumn afternoon—
in the park two young women
kissing each other
~~ 2 ~~
watching the old dog
try to lift his left hind leg
to spray the fire plug
~~ 3 ~~
unexpected breeze
throws my paper boat off course—
autumn afternoon
~~ 4 ~~
leaves in the tea bowl
sinking down to the bottom—
I heed the omen
~~ 5 ~~
impossible task—
keeping the stone on my back
while running 5k
~~ 6 ~~
my neighbor’s mongrel—
how perfectly she retrieves
the little red ball
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Destiny’s Tales
~~ 1 ~~
tangled in the tree
two crimson kites with white tails—
seven startled wrens
~~ 2 ~~
old paper, fresh words
torn envelope the canvas
for brushing haiku
~~ 3 ~~
a brown paper bag
clutched in a child’s fist holding
all of creation
~~ 4 ~~
addled gardener
dropping her gloves in the path
as the wild goose calls
~~ 5 ~~
In her new language
she sings of running naked
through the April rain.
~~ 6 ~~
hoisting new lumber
onto his bruised right shoulder—
the builder of dreams
~~ 7 ~~
caught in the headlights
of a passing patrol car—
fumbling teenagers
~~ 8 ~~
On green park benches
old women wearing purple
celebrate the sun.
~~ 9 ~~
Far from the suburbs
an old woman is striding
toward her destiny.
~~ 10 ~~
walking through the woods
on her way to somewhere else—
rumblings of thunder
~~ 11 ~~
To open the book
she needs only a moment
and a trembling hand.
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Present
Someone left a stone at Roxaboxen Park, Yuma, Arizona. (Read why people leave stones at Roxaboxen.)
tiny painted stone
present in the children’s park—
gravel speaks in tongues
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Bench
Bench in a small park, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
bench along the way—
peregrine pilgrims pausing
to refresh their souls
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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