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Six for Sunday

Two blue butterflies
anoint my garden with peace—
sunny afternoon.
tender stalks of corn
pushing toward the morning sun—
feast for hungry crows
The longer I sing,
the more this daunting mountain
dwindles to a speck.
I slide on wet leaves
and my pathway disappears—
autumn’s first mishap.
On a moonless night
I sink down before the stars,
wounded by their light.
November evening—
a dove returns to her nest,
cooing one last song.


Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Clumsy Attempts

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~~ 1 ~~
wide-awake children
in refugee settlements
whirling at midnight
~~ 2 ~~
in the poppy field
no sign of holy water—
pilgrim pushes on
~~ 3 ~~
Why begrudge the stone
underneath the forest pine
its endless silence?
~~ 4 ~~
her shouts of anger
pulling him out of his dreams
Sunday afternoon
~~ 5 ~~
a spider
bereft of its web
in mourning
~~ 6 ~~
molecules of dust
settling in the dead man’s eyes
open and staring
~~ 7 ~~
how from the crow’s tongue
seven shrill alarms clang out
over the cornfield
~~ 8 ~~
how the youngest child
fearing the sting of the wasp
runs from the meadow
~~ 9 ~~
sunny afternoon
in the middle of winter—
ten thousand questions
~~ 10 ~~
her clumsy attempts
to make sense out of nonsense—
the latest shooting

Haiku © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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