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Issue #143, Evening-ku at Mapleton Mobile Home Park, Boulder, June, 2008. Haiku by Krista Morien, Patrick Lynn, David Harper, Jonathan Machen, and Robert Power.
it didn't take long
for patrick to find his place
over the rushing creek
long summer day
winds down ranchero music
comes and goes with the breeze
tent
perched atop mobile home
flimsy and flimsier
sitting 'silently'
mind chatter or bird chatter
either way, a racket
cottonwood giants
perfect shelter for
pink flamingos
on my back
in pipper's wheat field
my tiny, insignificant kite
eviction garden
celebrating spirit
with upturned gloves
blackbirds whirr into
the fading light, a scene
from my mother's childhood
dead magpie
on empty lot fifty-three
no wonder it's vacant
patio furniture
seats ten
for sunday lemonade
neighborly cheerful
martini-ku
and bright lights
smack the fat bumblebee
and regret it for the next
thirty-four years
swaying
like a mighty carp
blue bag in farmer's ditch
jarring jumble
of flowers springs from the gardener's
unsettled mind
cattails sway
under the weight of a
blackbird's song
goose creek traffic
ducks waddle and
spokes twirl
the stream has places to go
as willows
reach for a drink
fields of dill
and cucumber towers
promise lots of pickles
white picket fence
overturned chairs
and used tires
the swallows crooked flight
purposeful in its
waywardness
battles for survival
now over, residents plant
flowers and trees
mexican love songs
simple strums and soft horns
speak of loss
quiet pervades
where bulldozers once crawled
tearing up asphalt
scent of honeysuckle
is all i can smell drifting
from the troubled garden
flea market yard
may be time for a
double wide
somewhat overwhelmed
by all the people and plants
every one alive
love is unopposed
this behavior means nothing
your love awaits you
it didn't take long
for patrick to find his place
over the rushing creek
long summer day
winds down ranchero music
comes and goes with the breeze
tent
perched atop mobile home
flimsy and flimsier
sitting 'silently'
mind chatter or bird chatter
either way, a racket
cottonwood giants
perfect shelter for
pink flamingos
on my back
in pipper's wheat field
my tiny, insignificant kite
eviction garden
celebrating spirit
with upturned gloves
blackbirds whirr into
the fading light, a scene
from my mother's childhood
dead magpie
on empty lot fifty-three
no wonder it's vacant
patio furniture
seats ten
for sunday lemonade
neighborly cheerful
martini-ku
and bright lights
smack the fat bumblebee
and regret it for the next
thirty-four years
swaying
like a mighty carp
blue bag in farmer's ditch
jarring jumble
of flowers springs from the gardener's
unsettled mind
cattails sway
under the weight of a
blackbird's song
goose creek traffic
ducks waddle and
spokes twirl
the stream has places to go
as willows
reach for a drink
fields of dill
and cucumber towers
promise lots of pickles
white picket fence
overturned chairs
and used tires
the swallows crooked flight
purposeful in its
waywardness
battles for survival
now over, residents plant
flowers and trees
mexican love songs
simple strums and soft horns
speak of loss
quiet pervades
where bulldozers once crawled
tearing up asphalt
scent of honeysuckle
is all i can smell drifting
from the troubled garden
flea market yard
may be time for a
double wide
somewhat overwhelmed
by all the people and plants
every one alive
love is unopposed
this behavior means nothing
your love awaits you
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen