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Issue #27, Boulder Public Library, Boulder, Colorado, May 12, 2002.
Haiku: Patrick Lynn, Tom Hopson, Robert Power, Sara Benson, Jonathan Machen.
Photographs and layout: Jonathan.
homeless beneath the bridge
i sense his wish and...
turn and walk away
feeling that feeling
of caution as a man sits down
near by me
rainbow trout and boy
both quite pale and motionless
look at each other
watching his obsession
with the computer screen
through the fishtank
i have seen the roots
of two trees on the creek bank
entwined like lovers
active exhibit
reflects a years worth of art
no-one excluded
long line of people
short and tall - staring at the
blue computer screens
wow! i never knew...
that, this, nor that existed
the things you do see
with an hour to kill
nothing speaks words here
beneath the footsteps of hikers
water gurgling
dogs undecided
about jumping in the creek
cold may afternoon
look anywhere
green and brown complementing
the cool moist air
all my life i will
remember the sound of rain
on our trailer roof
my eyes close
on the sound of rain
open on you
the crinkling of the
cover of a book as it opens
in the library
the alligator
grins and holds onto his slice
of watermelon
reading the newspaper
as in in his living room
man with beret
mother's day
sitting on a bench
five hundred miles from her
though the sun is out
people find the library
irresistible
on pictures of
japanese armor there are four
double a batteries
the breeze and the creek
flow together; how is it
such motion calms?
the sweet scent of the lilac
and the clock ticks back
to a child's perception
this chinese family
unfamiliar with books
written in english
each person's pace slows
so as not to step on the
delicate pink flower
homeless beneath the bridge
i sense his wish and...
turn and walk away
feeling that feeling
of caution as a man sits down
near by me
rainbow trout and boy
both quite pale and motionless
look at each other
watching his obsession
with the computer screen
through the fishtank
i have seen the roots
of two trees on the creek bank
entwined like lovers
active exhibit
reflects a years worth of art
no-one excluded
long line of people
short and tall - staring at the
blue computer screens
wow! i never knew...
that, this, nor that existed
the things you do see
with an hour to kill
nothing speaks words here
beneath the footsteps of hikers
water gurgling
dogs undecided
about jumping in the creek
cold may afternoon
look anywhere
green and brown complementing
the cool moist air
all my life i will
remember the sound of rain
on our trailer roof
my eyes close
on the sound of rain
open on you
the crinkling of the
cover of a book as it opens
in the library
the alligator
grins and holds onto his slice
of watermelon
reading the newspaper
as in in his living room
man with beret
mother's day
sitting on a bench
five hundred miles from her
though the sun is out
people find the library
irresistible
on pictures of
japanese armor there are four
double a batteries
the breeze and the creek
flow together; how is it
such motion calms?
the sweet scent of the lilac
and the clock ticks back
to a child's perception
this chinese family
unfamiliar with books
written in english
each person's pace slows
so as not to step on the
delicate pink flower
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen