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Coming Up for Air

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~~ 1 ~~
 
on my homeward way—
sunset pulsing vermilion
atop the mountains
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
A talkative guest—
powerless to quiet her,
I gulp my brandy.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
graveyard at twilight
children rolling in the grass
near grandma’s headstone
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
up and down the field
a farmer and her husband
sowing dust from stars
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
into a furrow
dropping corn seeds at daybreak—
glint in the crow’s eye
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
toad in the bean row—
the way it moves at twilight
toward a hapless fly
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
a forgotten name
surfacing like a turtle
coming up for air
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
on a moonless night
burrowing into her box
the homeless woman
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
white eagle feather
floating earthward from a nest
hung where cliff meets sky
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
for the mongrel dog
a rub behind both his ears
then a tummy pat
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
timeless afternoon
hitchhiker by the highway
waiting for a ride
 

 
Poems © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Poetry Pantry #269
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #24

Grotesqueries

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Each grotesquerie begins with a phrase purloined from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, the Colombian novelist who died 17 April 2014.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
dusty almond trees
all the fruit turns into glass
bitter little shards
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
hand-painted flowers
remnants of the midget’s dreams
tossed to the bridesmaids
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
box of dominoes—
two pieces rub each other
in just the wrong way
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
place of burial
the earth begins to settle
after three amens
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
a wicker basket
hides a broken battle axe
under cloth of gold
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
houses with zinc roofs
shattering expectations
rusting overnight
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
glass beads for macaws
flung into the April sky
snatched by hungry beaks
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
a bulging suitcase—
the clumsy woman drops it
on the railroad track
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
clocks made of carved wood
vanish just before midnight
tick again at dawn
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
invisible paths
some on land, some on sea
Moses knows the game
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
clothing left behind—
an old man without a name
tries on the trousers
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
sticks of balsa wood
listen as the cotton string
tightens on a kite
 

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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