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A palm tree near the pond, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

Frogs, as I pass by your pond,
show me your beauty.
Come out of the mud.
Taste the clear night air.
Pretend to be stars or moonlight!
Sing to the flashing planets,
sing with your flickering tongues,
sing a song of sixpence,
fill your lungs with spring!


Poem © 2018 and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Look at the women

Look at the women
in their enormous jackets.
Some are writing
and some are drawing
on this crisp autumn morning.
They have stories to tell,
some short and some long,
in words or in charcoal.
You see them here
and elsewhere,
and think:
I will tell my story too.
Even if it falls flat,
it will be worth the effort.


Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Peering through a palo verde tree, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona

Winter afternoon—
so distant are the mountains
I cannot see them.

Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Tiny Tales

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~~ 1 ~~
twenty months of drought
the fortitude of pine trees
blackbird’s plaintive song
~~ 2 ~~
At the nursing home
the moody night shift nurses
wait for the next death.
~~ 3 ~~
a broken platter—
crickets jumping at the chance
for dabs of jelly
~~ 4 ~~
on gossamer wings
mist stealing through the forest—
fragile little bird
~~ 5 ~~
Though your life is brief,
you may take a stone in hand
while you are weeping.
~~ 6 ~~
the simple brilliance
of this singular moment—
blue iris blooming
~~ 7 ~~
from the dust of wilderness
healing pools arise.
~~ 8 ~~
the birds that followed Jesus
pecking at my eyes
~~ 9 ~~
birth pangs at midnight
the poem in my belly
kicking to be free
~~ 10 ~~
in a barren land
no pattering of raindrops—
plethora of light
~~ 11 ~~
difficult to see
on the dark and stormy way—
stories no one tells
~~ 12 ~~
first evening shadows
creeping into dead men’s shoes—
blackbird turns to ash

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