Haiku Kukai 4 Favorites

Global Haiku • Millikin University • Spring 2016

Dad's old guitar
patiently waiting in the corner
for a warm summer night

Spring sneaks in
through the cracked window
I continue working

Cori Grzenia (7)

the gentle stream
runs its course

Emilio Tejada (7)

open door creeks
sways side to side
not a soul

Emilio Tejada (8)

the bull horns
buck his trousers
he runs off

Saturday night
mine ending
as theirs begin

Cori Grzenia (9)

autumn leaves
my head on his shoulder
the bronze man

grass in between my toes
worm guts under my nails
fishing with dad

take a slice
share one
now we're friends

sneeze after sneeze
cough after cough
March madness

I see the love
in her eyes
the dessert menu

Grace Ganley (10)

twice in one week
asked to dinner

Marah Kittelson

This haiku, though not incredible deep, really rang true to me because it actually happened to me. I was asked two nights in a row, on two different dates, with two different guys. It was pretty hilarious watching the whole thing play out, but nevertheless I enjoyed my two free dinners greatly! Katherine

a drink with jam and bread
a struggling friend

Marah Kittelson (6)

This haiku is such a psyche in a way that's hilarious (because there's a psyche in a haiku) and in a way that's kind of awful (because what it turns out to be is very sad). I love The Sound of Music and I know all the words to every song, but even if you don't, it's almost impossible to read the first two lines of the haiku without singing the song and thinking about all the happy children on bikes and getting really excited. Then you get hit with the third line and it stops your Julie Andrews parade right in its tracks. I have a friend who always comes over to my apartment when we need to spill our pent-up sadness, and we never do it without making tea first, so it hit me pretty personally on top of that. I thought the shift was really well done because if you go back and read the haiku without singing, it still makes sense without that other dimension, but it was clearly written to throw you off. Natalie

the furnace
his face
so close to mine

Marah Kittelson (6)

snow drifts
a child lives
in the moment

small girl in a purple dress
giggles in her mother's lap
a mime waves wildly

gusty night
young lovers embrace
in the back of a convertible

Benjamin Brawner (6)

dancing spanish guitar
a tender white shell
flood of beans and rice

I tried
to stay away
vegetarian for a day

summer night
hot dogs roast
on an open flame

talking future
he holds my waist
the wildflower tucked behind my ear

Alexis Dockins

I imagine a giant field full of multicolored flowers. They're all different sizes and textures; maybe the wind is making them dance a bit. There's a couple and they've been walking for a while, and they're starting to get tired. But before they turn back to the “real world”, he grabs her waist and puts a flower behind her ear. So, they decide not to move for a while, and to simply enjoy the scenery. Soon, silence turns to dreaming, and the couple begins to dream of the different “what if's” of their unplanned future. Taryn

This brought me instantly to a meadow in summertime. I can see a young couple, maybe seniors in high school, sitting cross-legged on the grass across from each other. They're sitting knee to knee, so that he can wrap his long arms around her waist as they talk. It's late in the afternoon...the sun is starting to sink down, casting neon rays across the sky. They've been talking for so long, they don't remember how they got to talking about the future. 'Someday' seems so distant, is it really worth worrying about right now? She fiddles with a plucked wildflower as she starts to become nervous. What will their future hold? He delicately takes the flower from her fiddling fingers and tucks it behind her ear. "It'll be okay," he says. She chooses to believe him. Marah

I'm staying in

Alexis Dockins (3)

barefoot girl
on the hood of a Dodge
warm beer

Alexis Dockins (7)

two parents
fight for custody
of the dog

throat scratches
the cat wants
in again

Genevieve Breitbach (2)

squish     squelch     crunch
sloshing through
wicked witch's kryptonite

grizzly bear hibernates
with a box
of tissues

surprise casseroles
for unyielding small talk

a new tattoo
sinking in—
redefining you

Cori Grzenia

This haiku is very descriptive of getting a new tattoo.  It blatantly describes the feeling of having something that means something to you on your skin.  As the tattoo sinks in and becomes a part of you and your image and who you are. The way the haiku flows and its structure also helps with its imagery. It breaks down the image. Grace

Ben & Jerry
my favorite

Cori Grzenia (5)

patiently watching
she slides the golden ring on her
finger for the first time

always the one to
fall behind in step

the smiling girl
with a strawberry shake mustache

the little girl
gazes at the night sky
"the stars go on forever"

family journey
no sight as beautiful
the Wyoming night sky

Corrin Littlefield

As a kid, we took a lot of road trips around the country to take in the beauty of the National Parks. My brother and I would often fall into that restless car sleep—when you sleep soundly for a few hours, look out the window for 30 minutes, and then repeat. My favorite part of those road trips was always the silent minutes as tried to fall back asleep again. I would put my face on the window and look up and see just how different the sky was, though we were only a few states from home. This haiku just took me back to those silent hours of awe. Cori

filled with confusion
fog in her head
fog in her heart

Erica Forbes (4)

laying down in snowy silence
thump            giggles
a snowball to her window

Erica Forbes (4)

undiscovered utopia
the spiderlings emerge
from their leafy cave

Cori Grzenia (8)

mudpuddle shenanigans
accepting her fate
she joins the pups

Cori Grzenia (5)

sitting on the toilet
I hear oncoming footsteps

Erica Forbes (12)

ink stone
ancient petroglyph
names of the dead

waves of jelly
in the museum
box of lizards

Emilio Tejada (3)

through the light
Mom smiles
make her proud

longboarding across the quad
can he see
me too?

Marah Kittelson (4)

the thumb dance
words fail to arrive
once again

Marah Kittelson (14)

This one, once again, I connected to on a personal level. Most of the time, I am not afraid to talk to someone face-to-face, or make direct eye contact with them, but other the weekend I was faced with a situation which changed this about me quickly. When meeting with my ex-boyfriend for the first time, I was very upset. I was crying almost the entire time, and it was hard for me to explain everything that was going on with me. So, because of this, most of the time I twiddled my thumbs trying not to look at him, so that he didn't see me crying directly. This is what I thought of when reading this haiku, even though a lot of people related it to texting. Lauren

dirt road
deep within the trees
arms reach out

patience is the key
to fishing
you never know

Joseph Pegura (2)

enough sunlight to fish
on the ridge

full moon
she smiles
up the stairs

morning sun
heating my shoulders
where he draws circles

Erica Forbes

she plays her favorite
song on repeat
to cry

Erica Forbes (8)

songbirds don't
outdo one another
they just sing

Genevieve Breitbach (12)

This haiku really strikes me in my mind as I can almost hear the birds singing. Almost every morning at home I can hear birds singing and they always sound better the more that there are. It seems as if that they never try to drown one another out, but just add to the harmony.  The simplicity of this haiku is also very effective because it leaves a lot of freedom for the reader to interpret. I also think that the choice of songbirds versus a specific type of bird adds to the effect of being able to hear the birds and letting the reader choose what the sounds are. Michael

dawn breaks
not meant to fit in the crowd
      gingerbread cookies

arms waving wildly
windshield wipers
to the haiku underneath

she kicks the tree
bouncing off like languid hail

Genevieve Breitbach

This is funny to me. I remember back when the parkour trend was really big and my friends and I would run around clumsily jumping off of things shouting parkour. Of course, this is not really parkour, but it is a very fun word to shout while jumping around. It has been a while since I have thought about parkour and it is refreshing to be reminded of the lost art. Jcob

the wind is
blustering about his
job again

Genevieve Breitbach (3)

giggle sister departing
soon I will forget
to laugh

red carpet walkers
beautiful gowns and fame
in my sweatpants

dress and heels
he never saw her
like this

Sunday after the funeral
on either side of the altar
matching bouquets

Randy Brooks (3)

I really liked this haiku because it reminded me of how life is a continuous circle. I imagine the same church that was filled with mourners is now filled with people celebrating the joining of two people in marriage. It reminds you that, although there is sorrow, happiness is always around the corner, and such is life. Whitney

he cooks steak
he starts what I don't want to hear

pants gone
shirt gone
shower steam between us

remake the bed
trying to forget
the night before

his hand on my waist
our eyes meet
across the room

fireplace glow—
curled in its warmth
my guardian angel

Whitney Gray (5)

camouflage and combat boots
the picture I cling to
is not enough

Whitney Gray (4)

limited minutes
she calls
just for fun

leather bound book
protects memories
I return it        to his dresser

a book unfinished
collects dust
second semester

acting like children
in a game of no words
the charade is over

Tyler Trzcinski (7)

a fallen log
the turtle pokes out
a leaf hovers

vines over stone
the sign eaten away
toadstools return

his kiss
by habit
has no meaning

I can only feel
the memory

she visits
for the first time
wearing the same outfit

off the path
she saves
a single        picture

lucky bamboo
stretching tall
I spill the water

stack of cards
         never sent
fall to the floor

soft music plays
as we cruise
an old country road

Joseph Pegura (7)

friday night
the fish unlimited
as the potato pancakes

sticking her head
out of the sunroof
finally free

Joseph Pegura (12)

A refreshing, relaxing haiku, I imagine myself standing with my head out of my dad's car's sunroof on the way into the country, either leaving school for summer, or at home in the summertime cruising through the hills with the sun on my shoulders and the wind in my hair. It is something I've loved to do since I was big enough to hold myself up. There is even a picture of me doing it as a three year old (while the car was at a standstill). I can see the blue sky, clear sun, a stray cloud or two, and the black roof of his car. I can taste the breeze and the sweet scent of summer on my tongue. My shoulders relax and my heart soars with the birds flying next to us. It's a golden moment where nothing matters but joy. Genevieve

I mentioned this one in class, and even double-voted for it! Reading it just gives me a sense of freedom, happiness, and joy. I can remember my last days of final exams in high school. I would get in my car, jumping with joy, roll down the windows, open the sunroof, and glide down the open road rejoicing that summer had finally arrived. Katherine

love turns to like
turns to friends
burning in my bed all alone

crossing things off my infinite list
two more years
then what?

Lauren Montesano (5)

what to say
what to draw
what to show

footprints crack
the ice
snowy silence

popcorn disappears
down my shirt
kids on the slip'n'slide

scattered thoughts
the magnets connect

another day passes by
white snow
across the golf course



tingling in my nose
in the middle of an exam
cannot control this one

I look into her
light brown eyes
it is all a lie

Joseph Pegura

My sister's eyes aren't exactly light brown, but they are brown, so this Haiku reminds me of her. She thinks she's good at lying to me, especially about her feelings, but I typically see right through the charades. She'll pretend everything is fine, and that she's not hurting, but I'll know the difference. So while this poem may have been written originally about a lover or girlfriend, it reminds me of the pain my sister feels quite often, and how she tries to hide it from me, even though she knows I'd support her through anything. I think anyone with a sister would feel the same way. Taryn

a boyish knight
shields himself
from a cloud of germs

petri dish for
college dorms

water bottle
half empty
sunflower seeds

walking on beat
to his favorite song
to the next seminar

Joseph Pegura (6)

fall break
long trek home
I can hear them barking

crisp autumn night
sniffing around
under the stars

backwards hat
a tuft of
blonde hair

Jacob Hamilton (3)

pyramid of empty
beer cans
adult Lincoln logs

Jacob Hamilton (10)

until the last minute
energy drinks

ketchup and mayo
swirl into tangy paradise
Dad's secret recipe

crunchy sweet kale
mingles with the sting of garlic
family relationships

fishing for
the right words
     the salmon arc upstream

Genevieve Breitbach (5)

hoping the caf
serves spaghetti
chicken drumstick

tacos lined up
one for each
of the hungry tykes

Jacob Hamilton (2)

freshly mowed lawn
over a short fence
the smug Dingleberg brag

corn fields fill the horizon
windows down
Tom Petty guides us

Joseph Pegura (5)

we jump on
the old trampoline
brings us back

Joseph Pegura (6)

the best cure
for tears
daddy's warm embrace

Katherine Viviano (4)

little tacos
lined up
like children

charred salmon
sharp white cheddar
creamy avocado
the sandwich king

Katherine Viviano (6)

gown after gown
like walking visions
the red carpet

hair up
lipstick on
good at pretending

words I don't mean

Lauren Montesano (10)

This haiku brings me to every single paper that I have wrote in my college career so far. I can see myself at my desk as I am now, just searching for words to put on the paper that will just get torn to pieces after I turn it in the next morn. The words that I am writing do not come from the heart, but the brain which makes my writing meaningless. This is at some late hour, probably 3 a.m. I cannot keep pushing these asinine words onto the paper. Joe

The structure and repetitive first few lines create a unique flow for this haiku. It seems to say that they continuously type and type and type day after day and they are never words that have any meaning.  I can relate in some ways to this when it comes to some school work but it could also be related to texting a friend or not caring to speak to a person anymore. Grace

a girl's best

depicting me
inside and out

your smile
the only thing I need
on a rainy day

hearing the dog
almost as much as you

tail wagging
fur clouding the air
home is where the dog is

Lauren Montesano (10)

This haiku just brought me back to my home. All of my life I have been around dogs. Every time I come home, my dogs' fur would go flying as they greeted me at the door. I personally feel that we do not deserve dogs as humans and that they are the true angels that walk with us. “Tail wagging” just makes me see the curly tail of my black lab at home, she is such a sweetheart. “Home is where the dog is” is just a statement that I could not agree more with as well. Joe

feet: noun
the prisoners
of our shoes

pat pat patting
with every pat,
thinking of you

Katherine Viviano

I liked this haiku because it reminded me of my dog. Everyday that I got home from school, he would come and greet me at the door hoping that I would spare some time to play with him. He was such a loyal dog that would do anything for you. He truly was my best friend who would always make me feel better when I felt sad. For me nothing could replace that. For these reason I picked this haiku because I felt like I could really generate a heart felt response. Emilio

a winter wonderland now a slushy wasteland


my nose starts working overtime
mom's cooking

he looks up at a heron
on one knee
it's all charades

Erica Forbes (5)

I really liked this haiku because I can imagine it in two ways in my mind. The first way that I imagined it, it was a little kid looking at an adult while the adult was doing something that was not a good thing for a role model to be doing. I can just picture the adult thinking, “uh-oh”, as the kid watches them. I can also picture an older brother or friend that is looked up to by someone that is just slightly younger than them. The older person is reflecting on what ways he or she can be a better role model.  I also like the second line of this haiku because there is a very hard pause after it, making the third line more important and stand out more to the reader. Michael

he bends down
pretending to drive Hot Wheels
like he did as a boy

last night
muddy shoes
forgotten earrings

the vigilante creeps
through the gloomy street
not a stir

family reunion
first comes love
then comes dessert

Marah Kittelson (5)

an elephant
a mouse

Marah Kittelson (5)

blowing snow passes by me
without knowledge of my existence
just as she does

Michael Barber (10)

This haiku creates a very strong feeling which I found interesting. It makes you feel very cold and empty. The wind blowing by the author is imagined to be cold and creates a desolate setting and then the next line continues that feel, but emotionally. Very good job creating feeling. Alexis

cold feet
I approach her
after walking in the snow

Marah Kittelson (3)

we miss him everyday
hoping he comes back
knowing he never will

Michael Barber (6)

This haiku made me think of my grandfather who passed away this summer. Christmas was very hard for the whole family this year because he was missing. I have a very small family, so we are, naturally, very close to one another. When he passed away, it was a huge loss, but we saw it coming so it wasn't as devastating as it could have been. A while after the funeral we were doing just fine, not thinking too much about it, and living out our daily lives. However, once Christmas came around it became very hard on us and it was very prevalent that a lot of us were hurting, wishing he would come back, like this poem asks for. Lauren

disheveled beard
blackened hands and face
he leans over the hood

moose on the road
being missed

one bun, two bun,
three bun

kissing goodbye
on my nose

Lauren Montesano (10)

I loved this haiku because after having pets your entire life, it gets pretty lonely without any around. One of my favorite parts about being home is seeing my dogs and cats, and each time I leave them it gets harder and harder. Whitney

buried in the sand
her favorite doll

Lauren Montesano (5)

bread crumbs falling
never hitting the floor

on the screen
chatting with my brother
face to face

lungs desperate for air
the final 'A'

driving alone
holding a conversation with
the One who listens

Michael Barber (10)

This also connected with me personally because I am not a person who shows emotion in front of many others, only a couple people have ever seen my cry from personal experiences. So, when I'm in the car I let all of those held-back feelings out. This might include mouthing what I wish I could say to someone, singing along to a sad song, or yelling at the top of my lungs. While I'm doing this, I often worry that someone else can see me, but then I never really think of the fact that God can always see me, and instead of dealing with my issues on my own, I should talk to him. Lauren

This haiku is one that I really appreciate. Everyone has had that conversation in the car with someone that they believe in, or if an atheist, they have a conversation with themselves. No matter who it is, I think that this is a moment that everyone can relate with. These moments have very introspective ideas that can change people's lives, while being completely mundane and of no special consequence. Noah

watching the sunrise
drawing on my cigarette
smoke straight up

her eyes shining
glowing and hot
from the campfire

a night at home
remembering why you
are who you are

looking out the window
at the mush pile
our dead snowman

down on his knees
doing his best
to be a cat

Whitney Gray (5)

the little girl points
in the fresh snow
bunny footprints

I keep saying no
but I want to say yes
girl scout cookies

Erica Forbes

The girl scout army comes out around the same time every year. Everybody has been in a situation where they are leaving a building and a tiny girl asks if you want cookies. The cookies while they are delicious, are too expensive for my taste. I always want to buy the cookies but I know that I don't have the funds for them. It's best to go out with parents so that by chance a girl scout is there they can buy cookies for you. Tyler

the last time
holding hands
they no longer fit

Erica Forbes (10)

three empty chairs
accompany me as I eat
alone again

Erica Forbes

This haiku brings me back to the many times of going on break at work. We usually take breaks one person at a time so its normally a lunch that lacks conversation. The lunch is never lonely but I'm always alone during lunch. At lunch I feel relaxed and relived to not have to deal with people anymore. Working is stressful and leads to a lot of aggravation so lunch is the best part of the day for me. Tyler

thin mints and bad bowling
is this how
it begins?

girls' night in
wine box and candy wrappers
new gossip

my sister flops on my bed
still pretending
she didn't miss me

Natalie Smith (5)

This haiku is 100% my sister. We were fighting last time I came home, for her birthday party. I told her that I came home for her and she said that she didn't care. That stung a lot but I knew that she missed me. This haiku reminded me of when we just sit in my room and talk about everything and nothing at the same time. My sister is great at coming in right when I'm about to go to bed because she wants to talk. The haiku made me miss my sister. Corrin

but for the crashing
of the w    s

hot lake
my paddle

Marah Kittelson (3)

The gentle curve in the sinking letters makes this so powerful for me. My mind takes me to a serene small lake, or perhaps a gently flowing river. I'm in a canoe or rowboat, feeling the heat of a muggy summer day on my face, watching my last salvation drift away from me. A feeling of helplessness overtakes me, until I remember that I can jump in after it since I wore my swim suit under these clothes. My shirt sticks to my sweaty shoulders, and the idea of jumping into a refreshing cool pond sounds quite delightful actually. So I do and retrieve the oar. Genevieve

alone on the deck

he looks up to me
as I look
down at myself

Noah Klumpe (14)

slide on the slide
swing on the swing

hands fixing
things fixing

struggling with the pole
the kid reels in
a chunk of seaweed

Noah Klumpe (5)

mom calls us for dinner
six seconds pass
mom calls us for dinner

Natalie Smith (16)

My parents are very timely people. This haiku is essentially my life in a nutshell at my house. When my mom finishes dinner she immediately calls for us as though we are just waiting for it to be finished. While the hollering is effective, it is very obnoxious and demeaning. I feel as though sometimes she presumes that we are doing nothing productive with our time, when we may actually be doing something productive. Noah

I like this haiku because it reminds me of back in the day when I would be playing wiffle ball with the neighbor kids. My mother would call me in for dinner but I would not want to come in because I would be having so much fun. When I wouldn't respond to her, she would call again and out of fear of punishment I would go back home. Jacob

the second hand
fails to reach
the next minute

under my blazer

sitting on our porch
overlooking our world
the crickets

on all fours
he commits fully
to winning the game

walking in the park
we laugh at the future
sweat trickles down my back

sun warms her chest
exposed       bare

broken fourth wall
on the stage
real life

coloring book
he waits for his mother
the doctor enters

Tyler Trzcinski (7)

cellar door
the English language
hides her beauty

old rollercoaster
first time going down
a loose bolt in sight

Tyler Trzcinski (7)

walking through the forest
alone together
the crunch of leaves

Natalie Smith

I liked this haiku because of the way it is written. Starting with “walking through the forest” immediately creates an image in your head and then the next line “alone together” is like an oxymoron and I like the way the two words are opposites, but when put together changes the meaning of both. Then the last line puts you into the setting even more and you can tell that it is fall maybe and leaves are on the ground. It also makes you think that the two people aren't talking because it is silent enough to hear their footsteps. Then you rethink alone together and it starts to get a different meaning, that maybe they are together, but not really. They are just walking alone, next to someone else. Alexis

the beating of thunder
and the rhythm of rain
Earth sings its song

mother's touch
to help you back into bed
no more nightmares

Tyler Trzcinski (6)

This haiku reminded me of when I was younger. Whenever I had a bad dream, I would go to my mom's room and wake her up so she could help me feel better. She would tell me that everything was ok and that she was here. Sometimes I would lay in bed with her until I felt better. She always gave me things to think about so I would stop thinking about the nightmare. She would tell me to think about school and ice cream, little things like that, and it always worked. My mom was the best at making bad dreams go away. Corrin

two cardinals
footprints unmask
dirt in the snow



four pounds
of pink ground beef
next to ice cream

peaceful lake
the canoe bobs
rings from a line

after the breakup
a pink phone case
over it

first time sick
away from home
                missing mom

Whitney Gray (4)

that one aunt
who always brings the cake
I forget her name

Whitney Gray (5)

playground romance
was his name-o

mystery novel
left at the scene
novel mystery

taxes filed
we stop for hot fudge

far-off dreams
she holds them
between her ribs     tight

Taryn Pepping (7)

the question
turns into a monologue

dinner party
perfect strangers
leave as friends

spider's lair
a cricket awaits its fate
the dark blue eyes

Tyler Trzcinski (2)

bathed in red
alien sounds
the drums speak

oyster farmer
he hangs up his coat
for a homecooked meal

Tyler Trzcinski (7)

scrambling for every spare penny
              girl scout cookie season

windows down
oldies blaring
they don't know me

standing at the front
of the boat
testing inertia

a loving kiss
she's sick
then he's sick

drunk        magical snow globe
next day
sober        slipping, falling

she sneezes
three times in a row
God bless

standing on top of a Jeep
two young girls
able to see the world

he rubs her back
if only he were the one
she loves

Corrin Littlefield (6)

continual sighs
from the other side of the room
I don't ask why

Corrin Littlefield

I can picture this too clearly. Roommates: one at the counter, minding her own business, doing her homework, the other on the couch, also doing homework, but mostly just emitting dreadfully loud sighs. Roommate number one starts to lose her patience as number two keeps sighing, obviously wanting number one to ask about it. The game continues until number one wants to kill number two, and number two leaves to go t her room, sighing the whole way there. Marah

pebbles tossed
into the lake
she says yes, no, maybe

clomping boots
and a hunting jacket
dad's duckling

Whitney Gray (11)

again                    around
home                    the
         table dinner

Whitney Gray (10)

grade class
forms their crooked line
whispering and waiting

Natalie Smith

When I read this haiku, I was instantly brought back to last semester, when I took my Elementary Methods class and had the opportunity to teach kindergarteners. Just watching the tiny students being excited to come to school and learn just warmed me up. The best part was that it was not limited to just my kindergarteners. The second grade class coming in next also had huge smiles on their faces and were excited for something as menial as another class. The hopeful innocence found in those students was refreshing, and I miss it already, though it was only a handful of weeks ago. Cori

little cousins
unwrapping Christmas candies
Grandpa tells his stories

November wind
empty cans blow past
the smashed jack o lantern

Natalie Smith (3)

disgusting turkey rolls
me and dad
missing mom

Alexis Dockins (5)

This haiku made me sadly nostalgic in a way that didn't make a lot of sense to me because my parents are both still alive and together. This haiku is supposed to be about a family that's been separated either by death or by divorce, and in that context it's still a very touching moment about a father trying his best to run a household when he is struggling himself. That being said, it took me a day to figure out why it got to me. When I was younger, my father's job was freelance. Sometimes he would work 9-5 hours, sometimes he would be home for two days, and sometimes we wouldn't see him for half the week. When he was gone for a long time my mother struggled emotionally (to this day, I don't know why), and the house always felt off balance. Shout out to this author because I haven't thought about those times for years. Natalie

just mom and me
snuggled on the couch
Lifetime movie marathon

Whitney Gray (6)

corn fields
one after another
after another

Whitney Gray (9)

The reason why I enjoyed this haiku was because of how simple it was. Being in the state of Illinois there is nothing but corn and soy bean fields especially near Decatur. I feel like I wasn't the only one that could relate to this haiku because we all are surrounded by these fields and there is no denying it. There is not much more to say about this haiku other than it speaks the truth of our location. Emilio

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