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Four Haiku for Sunday

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


Haiku © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Virgin of Guadalupe on the headstone of a woman who died at age 29, Wellton Memorial Cemetery, Wellton, Arizona

last days of autumn—
somewhere a mother’s weeping
for a daughter lost

Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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