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Issue #42, Flagstaff Mountain, Boulder, Colorado, November 23, 2002
Haiku: Patrick Lynn, Jonathan Machen, Sara Benson, Susan Peterson
Photos, drawing and layout: Jonathan Machen
the green pine needles
against the blue sky remind me of
green pine needles
my shoe-framed by the
blue and white patterns of
clouds and sky
i feel so lucky
every moment a blessing
of friends and nature
not fooling anyone
sara walks up shedding bits
of bark and pine needles
no sign of the snow
they say will come down tonight
though it is quiet
old flattened cactus
wrinkled in november sun
awaits the next snow
dozing off - and then
opening my eyes to a different
pattern of clouds
drop of clear liquid
suspended from the cold tip
of his beak-like nose
hiker in new boots
holds her hands out as she walks
nail polish still wet
mountain scenery
reminds me of 'bonanza'
reruns after school
i walk slowly
listening to gravel crunch
each step intentional
looking at mountains
feeling the earth beneath me
i sense my place
once again
indiscriminately happy
sitting in the sun
lit up by the sun
a circle of sap oozes
it's limb long gone
ouch, that hurts
my hard nipples against wool
why women wear bras
gentle, diffuse light
illuminates pink granite
and distant laughter
ambulance siren
down below - echoes through the
snow covered peaks
we all have our strange
difficulties in this life
and our strange reactions
rocks, trees, earth and sky
the murmur of an airplane
a pinecone crashes
on this hard rock throne
i sit on the edge of the world
open to learning
evergreens
but sometimes
dusty
all i want to do
is curl up under my down
comforter and sleep
Collabora-ku: Sara, Susan, Patrick,
Krista, Jon
many cold people
getting the bottoms of their shorts wet
i sit on the edge
losing consciousness
everything seems so easy
the stillness of stone
on this hard rock throne
leaning outside of time,
who says it's lonely?
a prairie dog speaks
this morning and tells me
she feels inadequate
silent vitality
each day more purple flowers
in our own backyard
dozing off and then
feeling the earth beneath me
rose petal on her heart
clinging to the warmpth
i am a salamander
at home in a new place
ouch, that hurts
wrinkled in the november sun
my haiku buddies
old man peers out
instinctively finding
his crystal wand
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen