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Dreams that Call


Do you hear the dreams that call,
Dreams your hands still hope to find?
Stand in wonder of them all,
Pillow them within your mind.
In the shell of your old life
You could stand until you die,
But it’s time to slip away
With the hawk that rides the sky.
Onward through the wind and fire!
Push yourself, do not give up!
You will find your heart’s desire
Waiting in a brimming cup.

 
 

Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Groping

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Eggshell from a squab (or squeaker) hatched in November, Southern Arizona
 

I hear you speak
waves tumble half a world away
conch’s song*


groping blindly for the notes
a squeaker escapes its shell

*Opening gambit by Leslie Moon at Moondustwriter
 
Final two lines and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Shell

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Abandoned building, Sonoran Desert, Maricopa County, Arizona
 


Desert Shell Motel
only the rats and lizards
checking in tonight

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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