Vignettes

1.
Standing in the sand,
we argued with the seagulls
and railed at the wind.
 
2.
A loud cry at dusk—
strange that you’re so far away
with danger so near.
 
3.
a disturbing sound
not unlike the whir of wings
or the soughing wind
 
4.
I lift the fence wire,
avoiding the rusty barbs—
my path lies ahead.
 
5.
Talking to the dead
is like going to the beach
without a towel.
 
6.
We fill summer’s cup,
sucking sap from willow trees,
calling it our wine.

Haiku © 2021 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Patting

Baptismal font at a seldom-used chapel, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México
 

Out of the washbowl
I scoop up
my distorted face

patting out all the wrinkles
with a soft yellow towel

 
*Opening gambit by Sumitaku Kenshin
 
Final two lines and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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