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Her birthday

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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 photo CabrilloJuly2011056_zpsaebe5ef8.jpg
Old Point Loma Lighthouse, Cabrillo National Monument, San Diego, California
old beacon
hailing all strangers ~
mind the land*

three come sailing in at dusk
spirit, mystery, and flesh

*Opening gambit by Wabi Sabi of Wabi Sabi: Poems and Images
Final two lines and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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