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Issue #32 Gates of Lodore June 28 -July 4, 2002. Haiku: Jonathan Machen, Bodhi Vardan, Laura Brown, Pete Betters, Connor Stuller
Photographs: Jonathan Machen
the blue heron watches
following as we pass
it tucks heron foot
saying a prayer
for the beauty of plastic
and that of rubber
sun shadow, black and red
rock walls loom
massive overhead
tamarisk waving
in the hot dry canyon wind
boats go floating by
avocado slime
the life of a river cook
who prepares salad
shore grasses rippling
wind dances all things that bend
day starts with a roar
waxing moon descends
behind red sandstone cliffs
as the sun comes out
ashes on my tent
white dandruff from distant fires
borne on summer winds
adrenalin buzz
before running hell's half mile
prepares me little
ben suddenly struck
with haiku paralysis
at the confluence
sitting in the creek
then standing up, one by one:
explosive shower
"last call for groover"
familiar beach refrainyou
have to be fast
fourth of july flag
with one stripe, double the size
could be a mutant
we float past driftwood
evidence of high water
from earlier years
new yampa driftwood
meets the green at confluence
silent float, birds sing
i found a feather
on the way to the groover
the groover had flies
evil tamarisk
unwittingly introduced
sucking up water
disaster falls
a disaster for the rafts
who get stuck on the rocks
still water ahead
my paddle enters, slicing
low, the boat glides forth
i went on a trip
my group paddled twelve long miles
i am very tired
vardan's hot glasses
"how do those stay on your face"?
they all want to know
low flow on the green
shallow stream in a year of drought
we float slowly on
bisecting our path,
butterfly with yellow wings
heads toward the far shore
supported by rafts,
traveling miles down the river
kayakers' blessing
canadian geese
wait 'til the kayakers play
to be on their way
stars obscured by smoke
ashes illuminated
by my bright headlamp
sheep eating milkweed
at lower disaster falls
don't care for rapids
silver s.u.v.
pulls up to us, door opens,
guy inside barfs
no see-um's and gnats
attack us at the put-in
while we load the boats
osprey flies above
while coyotes walk the shore
the last day of june
syncline, anticline?
too bad that i am inclined
not to remember
solo/group kukai
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen