Why DID The Chicken Cross The Canyon Road: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

[At last! I really saw one!]

Why DID the chicken/
cross the canyon road today?/
I’ve no clue. Do you?

Learning My Hiking Limits On Mt. Timp: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku Lament

It’s hard to learn that/
something you thought would be real/
easy is so hard.

When nature calls, you/
sometimes must ignore beauty/
and everything else.

I hiked behind a pink
who suddenly let out a stink.
(S)He put me on the brink
of changing how I think

about underwear
and fresh mountain air.

I love the smell of/
a hot summer’s rain as it/
cleans and sweetens air.

What happens if you’re/
warned not to halt and your walk/
pace is nearly stopped?

I’m still alone when/
she won’t phone from Salt Lake or /
San Antone. I moan.
OR
Why moan?

Blue and red robots/
dance with sunflowers to make/
strange but sweet street beats.

OR

Red and blue robots/
and sunflowers make strange but/
sweet street bedfellows.

Go to bed the way /
you should. From now on you can /
sleep well and be good.

The full moon is out. /
Otis croons soulful romance./
I don’t even care.