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Coot Lake, February 7, 2015. Haiku by Jonathan Machen, Patrick Lynn, Sara Benson, Robert Power.
black dog
yellow tennis ball
green coot lake
the wedding group plays
bride stands, a white figurine
unmoved. wind blows by
a prairie dog squeals
another chatters, they too
enjoy the warm day
wave of my spine
casting gaze into stippled
clouds and winter sky
from my perspective
everyone is a silhouette
moving in silence
teasel and tincans
concrete diversion
foot-sucking mud
marsupial children
wagging wagging around coot lake
rhythmic relaxing
trees still dormant, yet
warm gust of winter-time wind
blows cold water green
a black-frocked priest
enjoys the last light of a warm
winter day, just like us
nicotine gum
4 milligrams coated
abandoned on beach
i follow paw tracks
of dogs and rodents. the mud
still cold with snowmelt
abandoned campsite
pup tent gone to the dogs
magazine about love
how come the path of
light on water always leads
directly to me?
buoyant logs in lake
she walks her dog
black d cups bouncing
at the lake’s edge
a crawdad with orange-tipped pincers
is pushed around by waves
imagining a
tsunami rising out
of this calm clear lake
gah!
startled prairie dog’s
alarm call alarms me
while writing haiku
he said a bald eagle
flew over my head
browns, blue-greys and whites
sun warms these winter colors
my feet feel cool earth
seemingly alone
there is a web cast between
us haiku poets
skipping rocks
until a downed tree sobers
me up with flood memories
unabashedly
enthusiastic ball of mud
becomes my best friend
off the trail
crunching underfoot last summer’s
grass and leaves, now pale yellow
abandoned lean-to
beach-front view of boulder
wind laps green water
the sun falls through clouds
the water tints the wind cold
i clip my toe-nails
memorials for
those who have passed on and gone
benches in the park
starting my walk
a sudden shiver as my
bones start to heat up
cutting his toenails
at the edge of coot lake
crescent moon rising
recalling lovers
i have walked with around this
silky clear blue lake
Coot Lake, February 7, 2015. Haiku by Jonathan Machen, Patrick Lynn, Sara Benson, Robert Power.
black dog
yellow tennis ball
green coot lake
the wedding group plays
bride stands, a white figurine
unmoved. wind blows by
a prairie dog squeals
another chatters, they too
enjoy the warm day
wave of my spine
casting gaze into stippled
clouds and winter sky
from my perspective
everyone is a silhouette
moving in silence
teasel and tincans
concrete diversion
foot-sucking mud
marsupial children
wagging wagging around coot lake
rhythmic relaxing
trees still dormant, yet
warm gust of winter-time wind
blows cold water green
a black-frocked priest
enjoys the last light of a warm
winter day, just like us
nicotine gum
4 milligrams coated
abandoned on beach
i follow paw tracks
of dogs and rodents. the mud
still cold with snowmelt
abandoned campsite
pup tent gone to the dogs
magazine about love
how come the path of
light on water always leads
directly to me?
buoyant logs in lake
she walks her dog
black d cups bouncing
at the lake’s edge
a crawdad with orange-tipped pincers
is pushed around by waves
imagining a
tsunami rising out
of this calm clear lake
gah!
startled prairie dog’s
alarm call alarms me
while writing haiku
he said a bald eagle
flew over my head
browns, blue-greys and whites
sun warms these winter colors
my feet feel cool earth
seemingly alone
there is a web cast between
us haiku poets
skipping rocks
until a downed tree sobers
me up with flood memories
unabashedly
enthusiastic ball of mud
becomes my best friend
off the trail
crunching underfoot last summer’s
grass and leaves, now pale yellow
abandoned lean-to
beach-front view of boulder
wind laps green water
the sun falls through clouds
the water tints the wind cold
i clip my toe-nails
memorials for
those who have passed on and gone
benches in the park
starting my walk
a sudden shiver as my
bones start to heat up
cutting his toenails
at the edge of coot lake
crescent moon rising
recalling lovers
i have walked with around this
silky clear blue lake
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