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prairie farmhouse--
two empty lawn chairs
facing the blacktop
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Haunting, Lee. I feel like your haiku is talking to my haiku. Yours captures the forlorn farmers, already "paved over" by encroaching suburbs. The farmers tried to face it down, but lost. Now they're in a nursing home or their graves. No more sitting outside on firefly nights, after long days in the field and kitchen. Very sad.
Here's one by Billy Collins:
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Haiku makes you fail,
fail, fail, and fail some more—
then for once not fail.
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[This message has been edited by Mary Meriam (edited October 17, 2008).]