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I almost made it to the park


I almost made it to the park,
the one smelling like an
untamed jungle,
where wild things rub
against rough trees,
leaving little tufts of fur
clinging to the bark.
I almost made it to the park,
but the spirit of the night
nudged me toward ten
thousand constellations
rumbling through the sky,
and I could not help
but take two others with me,
strangers in the flesh,
but kindred spirits,
and we watched
Cassiopeia’s Crown
crumble into dust.

 

Poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
   
More Sunday’s Whirligig #134
   
More Poetry Pantry #376 at Poets United

Distant

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Desiccated remains of a saguaro cactus, Sonoran Desert, Maricopa County, Arizona
 


in untamed places
things twisted and forgotten—
distant is the plum

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More SkyWatch Friday
 
More Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazon

Untamed

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Saguaro cactus, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


driving her deeper
into the wasted places—
untamed affections

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More Himmelsk
 
More Ein Stück Himmel #79
 
More Carpe Diem: “Affection”