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A heart drawn in the sand by lovers, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México

I hate broccoli—
loathe the stuff.
But it is bliss
to kick off my sandals
and draw on the beach
with my toes.
It is rapture
to wear a different wig each day
and keep people guessing:
“Who is that woman?”
And when I purse my lips
to kiss you? O what delight!
I don’t even worry about the dents
I got in my car last night!


Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
NOTE TO THE READER: Some elements of this poem are autobiographical, but I am NOT a hater of broccoli! The declaration of antipathy toward that particular vegetable just happened to work with this poem.
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Palo verde blossoms, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

~~ 1 ~~
First weekend of spring—
an outcry from a boulder
startles the blind man.
~~ 2 ~~
First weekend of spring—
by reading classics aloud,
she consoles herself.
~~ 3 ~~
first weekend of spring—
beach boys beating their sandals
to rid them of sand
~~ 4 ~~
First weekend of spring—
exhausted, though the surf pounds,
she sleeps on the shore.
~~ 5 ~~
First weekend of spring—
she tries to name the birdsong
that disturbs her sleep.
~~ 6 ~~
First weekend of spring—
a flame in the eastern sky
makes the blind man flinch.

Haiku © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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