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Autumn afternoon—
a shaman with sagging breasts
consults the oak trees.
 
 
Freight trains rumble by
before and after midnight—
I lose hours of sleep.
 
 
Why would I follow
an overcrowded pathway
when the margins call?
 
 
ten dozen swallows
swooping over the rooftops—
antics at twilight
 
 
I draw close to you,
but you turn your back to me—
autumn solitude.
 
 
Autumn afternoon—
how can I prune the roses
with dull secateurs?

 
 
Haiku © 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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