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Blurry
A blurry photograph of someone’s fingertips
old woman’s vision—
not quite what it used to be
forty years ago
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Vision”
Reasons
Each haiku begins with a phrase taken from A New Moon by Bruce H. Feingold.
~~ 1 ~~
towards a high plateau
her labor at this altitude
for the slightest breath
~~ 2 ~~
on a granite ledge
she attempts to justify
her reasons to jump
~~ 3 ~~
the darkest silence
broken by a single chime
of the druid’s bell
~~ 4 ~~
way-worn traveler
trundling down a twisting path
till it meets the sea
~~ 5 ~~
swirling in the dust
where a crevice meets the sky—
ecstatic dervish
~~ 6 ~~
the bright graffiti
plunging her into despair
this foggy morning
~~ 7 ~~
lying wide awake
she masticates dry saltines
for a comfort food
~~ 8 ~~
shoulder to shoulder
two old queers dressed in leather
shambling down the street
~~ 9 ~~
swallows skim the dusk
making no alliance with
bats or mosquitoes
~~ 10 ~~
the doves call louder
as though they have a vision
of impending doom
~~ 11 ~~
a green sea turtle
straddling a hole in the sand
where she lays her eggs
~~ 12 ~~
a final haiku
something more combustible
than the ones before
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Monday Wordle #48
Vision
Dead saguaro cactus, Sonoran Desert, Maricopa County, Arizona
my sweat lodge vision—
an old saguaro’s carcass
crumbling in the sun
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Carpe Diem: “Garry Gay’s ‘Sweat Lodge'”
