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May 28th 2016

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still
····cooling in the morning grass—yesterday’s
········butterfly
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I’ve always liked Basho’s numerous haiku on the cool melons of summer. Coolness and melons always seemed joined in his imagination.
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morning dew
the muddy melon stained
with coolness
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  • 956: Basho: The Complete Haiku. Transl. Jane Reichhold
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201 May 28th 2016 | bottlecap
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May 27th 2016

My 200th haiku.
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I feel as if they might begin to create a unified work.
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so
····blue—asters breaking over sun-glazed
········stone
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The flowers that I saw were spiked blue-eyed grasses—tiny and beautiful flowers growing out of a dry knoll. There were also asters, and I chose these because they were fewer syllables. The heat at noon belonged to August but the breeze was still cool, and especially so as the sun began to slip from its peak.
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I’m still not sure if I prefer soil or earth as the final word.
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But earth seems too suggestively broad, soil too soft, whereas I like the hard solidity of dirt. Maybe tomorrow morning I’ll change my mind.
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200 May 27th 2016 | bottlecap
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May 25th 2016

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first
····summer’s day—how cold and delicious the tap-
········water
·year
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I traveled to my beloved Burlington, Vermont. Today was beautiful and the hottest day so far. Still, though, on Camel’s hump and Mount Mansfield, the highest slops remain barren and brown.
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almost
····summer—the barista steams milk in a bathing
········suit
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Needless to say, I tipped a little extra.
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198 May 25th 2016 | bottlecap
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May 24th 2016

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crickets
····on a May evening—the silence of distant
········lightning
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All day today, the sun and clouds took turns. The blue sky was sometimes only half visible through the gray and purple sheets of rainfall—my favorite kind of weather. The clouds are a glittering white and a moody darkness beneath. I stick my bare feet beyond the porch roof and the water is warm. By evening, mists rise from the greening valleys and mountainsides.
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197 May 24th 2016 | bottlecap
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May 20th 2016

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chasing
·····love—a toad hops over the double yellow
········line
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Work slowed today. I drove to town with my daughters and picked up our new ducklings—three little Pekins. In the meantime, one of our mallards, the only one of the three that survived winter in the wilds, has decided to live in our brook again, and now with her new boyfriend. Maybe she’ll have her own clutch of ducklings to keep our Pekins company.
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193 May 20th 2016 | bottlecap
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May 19th 2016

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lovers
·····in the afternoon—grass clippings under her
········skirt
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I wrote and rewrote yesterday’s haiku. I may finally have it the way I want it. Nice thing is, having almost written 200 haiku, I feel as though the whole of the collection is like a larger poem; and maybe something I can be pleased with.
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I think about these little poems on and off through the day.
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When I’ve written my 366th haiku, I’m not sure I’ll want to stop. It’s easy to be swept up by life and altogether forget the small defiances of writing. I have, at times.
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192 May 19 2016 | bottlecap
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