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We Strained the Honey


We strained the honey, it flows like light
On our bread’s darkness; we take a bite,
Lost in the glorious mystery
Of wilding sweetness that sets us free.
 
How precious to set aside our shrugs
Of unbelief and squash them like bugs!
Minds that are closed can open anew;
Eat of our bread now—we break it for you.

 
 
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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~~ 1 ~~
 
a town with no name
not found on any road map
where she wants to be
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Thirty-seven goats
invade the apple orchard,
stripping each tree clean.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
swooping from the sky
ravenous owl zeroes in
on a hapless mouse
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
her frigid fingers
fumbling with the top button
of her overcoat
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
noncommittal shrugs
from his wife of twenty years
to round out his day
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
zodiac lover
consulting her horoscope
for the seventh time
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
always debating
every possible option
with her garden shears
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
an icy sidewalk—
the old woman slips and slides
on the homeward way
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
Midwinter huddle—
the homeless men are cursing
their lack of warm coats.
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
pressing together
the edges of her knife cuts
to start their healing

 
Haiku © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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