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Her birthday

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Painting of a grand celebration (maybe a birthday!), Prescott Public Library, Prescott, Arizona

 
 

Her birthday,
crammed with memories,
one in particular:
rising at the meadowlark’s song
to walk across the dew-drenched grass,
her feet bare and cold and wet,
humming little nonsense tunes
to greet the light, bolder now
than when she’d left the house,
turning to see him at the window,
her ancient father;
how small he looks,
how like a cattail reed,
brown and brittle
at summer’s end—
and then he is falling,
clutching at his breast,
sailing off beyond the morning light,
the midday light, every light
there ever was or will be.
Pulling her phone from her skirt
pocket, she calls her friend:
“It’s over now. Come.
Come quickly.”

 

Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Despair

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Morning twilight, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


not a breath of wind
to hasten the sun’s rising—
teacup leaks despair

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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First Days

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~~ 1 ~~
 
first days of the year—
something that the neighbor heard
still troubling her dreams
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
first days of the year—
weaving infidelity
into her life’s tale
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
first days of the year—
a hidden greenness rising
in the oak branches
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
first day of the year—
for her missing firstborn son
unstoppable tears
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
first day of the year—
wounded bird on the sidewalk
lifting its left wing
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
first days of the year—
in the even-numbered hours,
not the odd, a song
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
first days of the year—
remembering mosquitoes
and her bitten hands
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
first days of the year—
picking at the bullet wound
from six weeks ago
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
first days of the year—
playing more digital games
to forget her pain
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
first day of the year—
a bow to the fat snowflakes
settling on my sleeve

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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