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Detail from a Huichol tapestry, Museo Zacatecano, Zacatecas, México
 


too many summers
since her man took the night train—
plum scent in the wind

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Scent

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Nuns waiting for a bus, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México, February 2014
 


waiting for a bus
the lonely scent of winter
mingles with their prayers

 
Haiku © 2016 and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Tangled

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Palo verde tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 

in tangled places
where no weary foot dares tread—
the scent of danger

 
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher

Hidden

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Autumn afternoon, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


ten thousand tulips
hidden somewhere in the sand
along with their scent
 
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
 
autumn afternoon
darting into the shadows
a terrified mouse

 
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Tanka Times Three

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From this week’s smorgasbord of words, I have chosen: free, dash, flee, threat, scent, try
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
birth pangs at midnight
the poem in my belly
kicking to be free—
the dash to my writing desk
for a quick delivery
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
ravenous turtle
lumbering through the garden—
terrified gnats flee
from the threat of extinction
deep in the turtle’s gullet
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
From phantom kitchens
voluptuous scents erupt
over the city—
sniffing at the fragrant air,
I try to quell my hunger.

 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Screen

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Detail of a screen door
 


tantalizing flies—
the scent of sugar syrup
seeping through the screen

 
Haiku and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Dreaming

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El Santuario de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe, Santa Fe, New Mexico
 


even in half-light
still dreaming of the manger
and the scent of hay

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Cleft

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The Citadel, Wupatki National Monument, Northern Arizona
 


The cleft affords a grand view.


high country morning—
through a cleft in the stone wall
the scent of campfires

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Lunchtime

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Insect on a yucca plant, Guadalupe Mountains National Park, Texas
 


ravenous insect
lying in wait for its lunch—
the scent of ichor

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Variations on ‘Caged Bird’

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Each little poem-breath begins with a phrase purloined from Maya Angelou’s “Caged Bird.” Maya Angelou died on 28 May 2014.
 


 
~~ 1 ~~
 
On the grave of dreams
place a thousand paving stones—
let no wraiths escape.
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
the fat worms waiting
as the tractor keeps plowing—
hundred-acre field
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
on the distant hill
a fireworks launch at bedtime
children ooh and ah
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
the back of the wind
carrying a pungent scent
through my open door
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
with a fearful trill
and flapping of sturdy wings
cormorant nabs fish
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
Through the sighing trees
a lean and fluid roebuck
flees the hunter’s bow.
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
Till the current ends,
I have no need to propel
my raft with a pole.
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
He opens his throat,
spilling out jovial notes,
gracing all who hear.
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Through his bars of rage
he glimpses freedom’s terrain—
one breath out of reach.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
In the orange sun
seven crows chase each other,
crying raucously.
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
of another breeze
piping countless melodies—
why the caged bird sings

 
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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