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Breath

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Palo verde trees, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


A mourning dove’s breath
entangled in the shadows
calls for winter rain.

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Remembering

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Globe Mallow, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


November’s last day—
remembering blossoms past
and one hour of rain

 
Haiku © 2015 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Rainless

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Old wooden door, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 


Whenever I travel to Mexico, I look for interesting doors, so Richard Wright’s haiku speaks to me:

 

Quickly vanishing,
The first drops of summer rain
On an old wood door.

 
~~ ~~ ~~
 


on an old wood door
the sorrows of rainless days
brushed in shades of blue

 
Haiku in bold and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Rusty

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Rusty can, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 
 


warm rain
the spring moon returns
to the rusty can


curling into a ball
the size of a kitten

 
*Opening gambit © by Yu Chang
 
Final two lines and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Perhaps

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Broken skeleton of a cholla cactus, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


Perhaps the next rain
will restore all broken things
one drop at a time.

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Ocotillo

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Ocotillo, blossoming after winter rains, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


After winter rain,
even the ocotillos
seem to sing for joy.

 
Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Rainless

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Early November, Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Southern California
 


swiftly passing clouds
lizards haunt the brittlebush—
no more hope for rain

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Whirling with Galway

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Each of the following haiku begins with a line purloined from “The Correspondence-School Instructor Says Goodbye to His Poetry Students” by the American poet Galway Kinnell, who died on 28 October.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
clinical sonnets—
jaded women read aloud
from glowing Kindles
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
sending back to you
the smug, self-satisfied look
you gave me last night
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
trying to guess which
way the Holy One went when
he fled Birkenau
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
In the mildest words
lurks a cold, grey rain aimed at
sundering lovers.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
snapshots of yourself
standing on the battlements
of the Alamo
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
to the sagging breast
even high-noon sun seems cold
on the nudist beach
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
neat-scripted letters
in a pornographic tongue—
time to slash and burn

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Whirling with Walt

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The first line of each three-line snippet comes from “Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
the eyes of the dead,
blind to beauty and blessing,
staring at nothing
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
knowing the perfect
candle to banish darkness—
only damp matches
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
eddies of the wind
on a mission for the storm
rising in the west
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
The shelves are crowded
with things simple and complex—
have you need of more?
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
choosing a safe spot,
perhaps your arms for the night,
before moving on
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
She owns the fine house
at the tip of the cape, where
no one is welcome.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
on the granite floor
rivers of fresh blood flowing
from the killing spree
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
In the little wells
where the prairie meets the hill,
blind creatures huddle.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
with me on the grass
seven ragged musicians
playing haunting tunes
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
Leaving me baskets
filled with ripe apples and rain,
she slips out to sea.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
The little one sleeps,
caring nothing for the ghosts
that would torment her.
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
Stall in the market—
an image of St. Joseph
stirs among the spoons.

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Woven

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Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


the storm-flute player—
so many songs are woven
from notes of thin rain

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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