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Issue #111, Chautauqua open space, Boulder, Colorado, April 24, 2005. Haiku poets Krista Morien, Sanjay Rajan, Patrick Lynn, Robert Power, Jonathan Machen and David Harper comb the Chautauqua open space for glimpses of haiku amongst the joggers and dogs. Photos and layout by Jonathan.
each day
flowing out and out and one day
a great emptiness
mist lifts
or perhaps falling
peaks unmoved
inspiration
to move here
peaks now wishin well
did doggie dung?
owner's bark and plastic bag
doggy dung did
roving eagles
over flatirons
good luck sign
how restful
the demands of haiku focus
unlike the agreements with time
snake beautiful
takes no shit
keeps it's hissin'
poodle labrador
fetch-looble retrievador
go-good boy
even what is old
can be seen with fresh vision
under muted skies
haiku walk
with old friends
there are no lasts
chautauqua open space
small child falls on rock
father just smiles
the birds chattering
and the stream gurgling
are welcome sounds
amazing
how humans use more effort
to conserve their energy
the crow for which this
landscape has been waiting
arrives noisily
seeing the mist
around the mountains keeps me
closer to earth
fog-capped jogger
focused dominator of the path
lined by sweet yellow
same peaks
7 years later
time to move on
a path through the woods
just a willful incursion
of human intent
my eyes are tired
they blur the edges of things
i wish my ears would tire
not for another year
will i see the open smile
of blossoms in spring
intricate web
emerging leaves
reveals layers of caterpillars
baby caterpillars
awakening slowly
gently pulsing circle
gradually encroaching
in a field of chokecherry
tent caterpillars
running my fingers
over caterpillar gauze
softer and softer
undulating spines
up and down through silky layers
caterpillar tent
why not passport
for citizen
of earth?
i look up startled
its a runner snorting
like a moose
a squirrel floats in
the cool grey sky
shredding blossoms
thank you, spring clouds, for pressing
the sweet smell of blossoms
closer to my nose
the flicker flicked
fast-flasting flicker from
a telephone pole
natural space
just outside of city space
good for mental space
inspirations
among small things
haiku walkers find
salt-and-pepper walk
new grass poking through the old
hillside springs to life
reclined on a mixture
of the dead and the young
noisy and fragrant
new seek
of home grounds
nomad moves
like a prospector
stalking ever-vibrant life
in an hour or less
they feel calming today
the elements of nature
people feel harsh
imagine crawling
up to a leaf as big as a bed
eating it for lunch
haiku more focused
haiku walk, more aggressive
military-ku
little round iron
view threatened by insistent spring
blades of green
olfactory blast
no need for herbal tincture
i stand in blossoms
the hillside covered
with low shrubs in full blossom
tears not far away
spring flowers triumph
yet people gaze at the bricks
reading memorials
CU brick building
no match for yellow tulips
surrounding building
some trees still barren
others festooned in blossoms
insects celebrate
after petals drop
branches will be draped in green
apples might appear
petals unfolding
like an auto emerging
from garage door
lone skateboarder
inbetween auto traffic
and blossom frenzy
longingly staring
from window of art building
...the tulips outside
chemistry building
no match for yellow tulips
in passing glory
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen