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Hummingbird Country

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Barrel cactus fruit, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

 

We live in hummingbird country.
We know how to survive.
Like tiny creatures
flitting here and sipping there,
we scan the sky.
Storm clouds hang heavy in the west,
where thunder is heard.
Can anything good come from thunder
or the burden that both of us bear?
You compare your pain to mine
to see whose is greater.
You say that the doctor’s poking
and prodding was not proper,
because it stirred up something inside you—
a storm that may destroy you.
But aren’t we stronger than storms?
We live in hummingbird country.
We know how to survive.

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Twice-Told Tales

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~~ 1 ~~
 
breeze beneath the stars
making prairie grasses prance—
mustangs on the move
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
the icy river
where she comes to bathe at dawn—
falling kimono
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
a skein left behind
after the wrathful weaver
abandons his work
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
on her back porch bowls
filled with drifting lakes of cream—
treats for feral cats
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a thorn at the end
of the long-stem yellow rose
piercing her fingers
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
To the forest glade
two women come at midnight,
shattering the peace.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
As the raven flies
over shady canyon lands—
the sound of weeping.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
desert oasis—
from deep within the waters
the thrumming of psalms
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
three cups of coffee
as they loll through the morning—
afterglow of love
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
dialing the number
of the taxi cab service—
journey into night
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
a wicker hamper
with dirty clothes poking out
spilling to the floor
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
a month of blog posts
scheduled for publication
before she checks out

 
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