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With plastic roses,
some of them scarlet, some white,
we freshen the graves.
 
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a spicy salad—
picking at it in silence
with white plastic forks
 
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a discarded tire
verses carved in the sidewall
honoring road trips
 
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Discarded boxes—
seven refugees pretend
they have found new homes.
 
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blind man’s violin
flying as though Marc Chagall
had lifted his brush
 
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no one knows their names—
illegible inscriptions
on toppled tombstones
 
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God wears out his shoes
and takes them to the temple
for some quick repairs.
 
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demanding a song
from the bird that cannot sing—
demented woman
 
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holding hot cocoa
in my left hand while scribbling
haiku with my right
 
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two children use them
to play a game of marbles—
olives from the bowl
 
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the stench of decay
rising from New Orleans streets
after Katrina
 
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an old apple tree
bearing rusty jackknife scars—
Kevin loves Suzanne

 
Poems © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #23

Temple Precincts

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A flabby old priest,
recumbent in the temple,
leers as pilgrims pray.
 
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An indignant priest
shoves aside the woman’s gift
with abusive shouts.
 
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stench of holiness
rising in clouds of incense—
morning sacrifice

 
© 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Carpe Diem’s Freestyle #1
 
More Three Word Wednesday: “Flabby, Indignant, Stench”