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Issue #50, Walden Ponds, Boulder, Colorado, March 22, 2003 Haiku: Patrick Lynn, Sanjay Rajan, Jonathan Machen, Sara Benson, Susan Peterson
Photos and layout by Jonathan Machen.
embarrassed by the
courting canadian goose
the exposed curve of his neck
i imagine it
still covered with mud from the walls
of it's winter home
strange sadness
knowing i am back
home away from home
broken cattails poke
unevenly through the snow like
a drunkard's whiskers
our steps
hollow on boardwalk
yet magical
if i look crosseyed
at gnats in front of my nose
i miss the beauty
my country's at war
and i'm at a bird refuge
writing poetry
bright sun
reflecting so vividly
in the pond's scum
come blizzard, come war
no matter what - seasons change
winter becomes spring
all that noise
of war and cricket
lost in this quiet
babies fall silent
as i prowl under the tree
mother flies nearby
underwater magic
as insects swim by in
the pond's scum
last week's snowstorm
flows by more silently
than it fell
can't wait
too long to pee
i whip it out
standing silent
in shallow pond
thinking about war
second day of spring
peeing on the snow in a
juniper's shadow
watching for wildlife
in between hoping to see
and not to see
in the pond
bright green algae slightly frozen
looks like a troll's hair
jazz so inquisitive
and so am i knowing
this new place
eyes relax as they
rest on the gentle spin
of the water
their mating calls
gets his ear
and my hips a tug
tucked in her pocket
dead mom in law's walking stick
only memories assist her walk
after a time of
fervent talking - we get down
to writing haiku
bonding with jazz
after three weeks of
traveling in india
morning walk
despite all this snow
spring freshness
two merganzers glide by
too exclusively beautiful
for these times
sawhill pond heron
dead white worm in pond
incessant chatter
after the blizzard
i dress in layers of wool
and melt like the snow
on the boardwalk
sara and i talk about sex
ballsy conversation
ducks serenade
in the shallow pond
jazz so keen
the mallard drake's head
emerges from the water
a deep, tearful blue
groupings of chirpings
even this colorful bird
warbles in haiku
serenity
on this spring walk
war unseen
only the movement of
the ducks reveals them amidst
the brown rocks and grass
clearly not welcome
killdeer whistles a warning
airplane flies above
embarrassed by the
courting canadian goose
the exposed curve of his neck
i imagine it
still covered with mud from the walls
of it's winter home
strange sadness
knowing i am back
home away from home
broken cattails poke
unevenly through the snow like
a drunkard's whiskers
our steps
hollow on boardwalk
yet magical
if i look crosseyed
at gnats in front of my nose
i miss the beauty
my country's at war
and i'm at a bird refuge
writing poetry
bright sun
reflecting so vividly
in the pond's scum
come blizzard, come war
no matter what - seasons change
winter becomes spring
all that noise
of war and cricket
lost in this quiet
babies fall silent
as i prowl under the tree
mother flies nearby
underwater magic
as insects swim by in
the pond's scum
last week's snowstorm
flows by more silently
than it fell
can't wait
too long to pee
i whip it out
standing silent
in shallow pond
thinking about war
second day of spring
peeing on the snow in a
juniper's shadow
watching for wildlife
in between hoping to see
and not to see
in the pond
bright green algae slightly frozen
looks like a troll's hair
jazz so inquisitive
and so am i knowing
this new place
eyes relax as they
rest on the gentle spin
of the water
their mating calls
gets his ear
and my hips a tug
tucked in her pocket
dead mom in law's walking stick
only memories assist her walk
after a time of
fervent talking - we get down
to writing haiku
bonding with jazz
after three weeks of
traveling in india
morning walk
despite all this snow
spring freshness
two merganzers glide by
too exclusively beautiful
for these times
sawhill pond heron
dead white worm in pond
incessant chatter
after the blizzard
i dress in layers of wool
and melt like the snow
on the boardwalk
sara and i talk about sex
ballsy conversation
ducks serenade
in the shallow pond
jazz so keen
the mallard drake's head
emerges from the water
a deep, tearful blue
groupings of chirpings
even this colorful bird
warbles in haiku
serenity
on this spring walk
war unseen
only the movement of
the ducks reveals them amidst
the brown rocks and grass
clearly not welcome
killdeer whistles a warning
airplane flies above
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drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen
drawing/writing/photography
jonathan machen