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Four Haiku for Sunday


1
Maple, poplar, oak—
the names of my forest friends
linger on my tongue.
 
 
2
Women keep weeping
because roots of war grow deep,
and church bells go mute.
 
 
3
In the plum tree’s shade
my skinny little daughter
rubs two shiny coins.
 
 
4
Mother Earth, sounding
oddly like my own mother,
says, “Mend your ways, child.”

 

Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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Bits and Pieces

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~~ 1 ~~
 
A dispute with stone—
who can understand the tongue
with which granite speaks?
 
~~ 2 ~~
 
Save your arguments
with wind and stone and raven
for another day.
 
~~ 3 ~~
 
Honoring birdsong,
the women at the river
pause between each skirt.
 
~~ 4 ~~
 
At war with herself,
she plans the next great battle,
hoping she will win.
 
~~ 5 ~~
 
pounding enough maize
to contrive her only meal—
one thin tortilla
 
~~ 6 ~~
 
crack in the window
rain seeping in from the storm—
a thousand questions
 
~~ 7 ~~
 
someone’s lost suitcase
lying beside the freeway
spilling shirts and socks
 
~~ 8 ~~
 
ripening breadfruit
attacked by ravenous birds
shredding twilight’s calm
 
~~ 9 ~~
 
how careful the child
licking the lollipop down
to the stiff white stick
 
~~ 10 ~~
 
parable of grace—
from a tiny mustard seed
a plant oak-tree tall
 
~~ 11 ~~
 
a fathom or two
under the Mississippi—
something sinister

 
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