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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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