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You Were Meant to Fly


You open the kitchen door, Mother,
and slip into the woods
after supper.
There is no trail to follow,
but you do not worry;
swarms of stars
wait to greet you
and show you the way.
 
You leave your valuables behind;
masked strangers can have them,
and you will not moan over your losses.
You know you’ll get what you need for
your journey at just the right time.
 
You were meant to fly—
the stars will deal gently with you.

 

Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
  
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On the shore of Upper Lake Mary, Coconino National Forest, Arizona
 


autumn cloud cover—
ten thousand hidden creatures
cower in the woods

 
Haiku and photo © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Invisibility”