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The Kill

The stump of a tooth was tethered to stars.
At five till midnight three men puffed cigars.
One of them lathered his whiskery chin,
Using a brush soaked in whisky and gin.
One plowed through the soil, one raised a harpoon,
Hurling it carefully right at the moon.
The moon with a sigh crashed into the sea;
Monstrous waves followed and splintered the quay.
Once he’d accomplished this feat of great skill,
The harpooner bragged of making a kill,
A kill so complete the moon shines no more,
Except when wild women dance on the shore.


Poem © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Rusting tractor, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

longing for the days
when the little tractor plowed
furrows straight and true

Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Afternoon shadows lengthen in the potter’s field, Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona

in the potter’s field
far from any beach or strand—
a widow’s keening
after they plow a furrow
and plant her husband as seed

Tanka © 2015 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Soon-to-be-irrigated cropland, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

Waiting for the plow,
a fallow field gathers strength
for nourishing seed.

Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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