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Issue #18 Chautauqua Park, Boulder, Colorado January 27, 2002.
Haiku: Patrick Lynn, Susan Peterson, Sara Benson, Hal Gimpleson, Deb Gimpleson, Krista Morien, Robert Power, Jonathan Machen. Photos and layout: Jonathan Machen
he said it was love
that took him on the journey
-not a bad reason
simple awareness
until i make my focus
evaluation
the deep sound of breath
deep gasping inhale
throaty, moist exhale
for a few seconds
the sound of voices subside
smell of pine tree air
town stretches out flat
from a flat rock
where time rushes by
joggers stop
to pet the running dogs
who stop
january day
once again i find myself
at the whim of clouds
sorting through the
leftover yard sale items
by the light of the full moon
on closed eyelids
january sunshine
could be summer
walking on snow ice
uphill, needs strong momentum
with treadworn boots
as his pink tongue laps
up melted snow, the red fox
keeps an eye on me
mushy pears
after a luxurious nap
under the pine trees
walking on snow ice
downhill, with tread worn boots
needs brakes i dont have
away from loud voices
on searching feet, i find
the place of deer
exposed arteries
pulsate with dogs and people
muddy winter trails
nothing quite like
sitting on this rock in the woods
right now
they kiss and part
she takes the leisurely path
while he jogs uphill
in this spring weather
shouldnt i feel more social?
i head off trail
back at three o clock
a mantra i maintain
until three oclock
snow melt on pebbles
smells of spring ponds and lush rains
wanting to return
pinon jay eyes me
supposedly smarter than
the average dog
(dictated by willie, scout or dublin)
intoxicating!
warm day, boulder park
why do my people write?
he said it was love
that took him on the journey
-not a bad reason
simple awareness
until i make my focus
evaluation
the deep sound of breath
deep gasping inhale
throaty, moist exhale
for a few seconds
the sound of voices subside
smell of pine tree air
town stretches out flat
from a flat rock
where time rushes by
joggers stop
to pet the running dogs
who stop
january day
once again i find myself
at the whim of clouds
sorting through the
leftover yard sale items
by the light of the full moon
on closed eyelids
january sunshine
could be summer
walking on snow ice
uphill, needs strong momentum
with treadworn boots
as his pink tongue laps
up melted snow, the red fox
keeps an eye on me
mushy pears
after a luxurious nap
under the pine trees
walking on snow ice
downhill, with tread worn boots
needs brakes i dont have
away from loud voices
on searching feet, i find
the place of deer
exposed arteries
pulsate with dogs and people
muddy winter trails
nothing quite like
sitting on this rock in the woods
right now
they kiss and part
she takes the leisurely path
while he jogs uphill
in this spring weather
shouldnt i feel more social?
i head off trail
back at three o clock
a mantra i maintain
until three oclock
snow melt on pebbles
smells of spring ponds and lush rains
wanting to return
pinon jay eyes me
supposedly smarter than
the average dog
(dictated by willie, scout or dublin)
intoxicating!
warm day, boulder park
why do my people write?
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen