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Blue Monday: Footprint

A simulated dinosaur footprint, Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona

Something left a footprint,
Left it in the dirt;
Something left a footprint,
Something that can hurt;
Something that is bigger
Than a dog or cat;
Something that is stronger
Than a rabid rat.
I’ll avoid that something,
So no harm will come
To my toes, knees or nose,
Neither to my bum!

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher


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Reflection of a winter sunrise in the rear window of a recreational vehicle, Yuma County, Arizona

Mirrored in the window
Of a wilderness RV,
The sunrise in midwinter
Is brighter than the sea.
The sight befuddles blackbirds
And ravens on the wing.
But the little cactus wren?
She cannot help but sing!

Poem © 2017 and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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The Plan

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Detail from a mural in Artists Alley, Ajo, Arizona

Is there anyone to feed
The coyote in his need?
Who will soothe the fevered bird
With cool water and kind word?
Surely needed aid will come,
Unannounced by fife and drum,
Even as a stranger’s hand
Tends God’s creatures as God planned.

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “The Kindness of Strangers”


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Discarded glass, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

My glass will hold no water,
No whisky and no wine;
I fear my days are numbered
Sans liquid when I dine.
If I could find a craftsman
To patch my broken glass
So that I could drink again,
I’d be a lucky lass!

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Flinging Words Away

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Written on a window in a fearsome hand—
Fourteen quaint conundrums, hard to understand.
Part of them are Hindi, six of them are Greek,
All of them are playing games of hide-and-seek.
Paint was used to daub them on the panes of glass,
Where the townsfolk gather and outsiders pass.
Intimate connections drew the strangers here
To the storefront window where the words appear.
Someone in the nighttime flung the words away,
Her whole body hopeful that by light of day
Things would be made clearer, intimate and free—
Hence the hand that painted, hence this wordy spree.
And the artful painter? She reserves the right
To remain in shadows, keeping out of sight.


© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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