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Four Couplets in Plague Time



Everything stirs up my blood:
Leaves and grass, and squishy mud.
 
 
Dancers in the field don’t need
Anything but chicken feed.
 
 
Don’t give garbage to your cow!
Stop this nonsense, stop it now!
 
 
I wish I could see the light;
Hear bees whisper, “It’s all right.”

 

Rhyming couplets © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Little Things

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~~ 1 ~~
 
cracking one more tooth
on a piece of hard candy—
her bittersweet tale
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
breaking the last plate
in her mother’s collection
to vent her anger
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
selecting a brush
one with a broken handle
for her self-portrait
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
weight of her secret
driving her down to her knees
in utter despair
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
elegant mirror
studded with pearls and rubies—
spider web of cracks
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
at the kitchen sink
humming little hymns of praise
for each daily chore
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
(Still thinking about how to ravish you!)
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
orange marmalade—
licking the last sticky bit
from the silver knife
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
the sigh of the spoon
stirring the seventeenth batch
of pancake batter
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
stop-and-go traffic
wearing out my Chevy’s brakes
one foot at a time
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
fresh load of cement
churning on the truck chugging
toward the building site
 
~~ 12 ~~
 
after the frog jumps
another page of haiku
in Basho’s manner

 
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