Wonder what monster ants
Go wandering through tunnels
Inside mounds of mulch?
Just a little wind
Stands between John Siemer and
his haiku poem.
No matter which way
I turn my back to the wind--
Hide and Seek I lose.
Single brown oak leaf
Lies in the grass at my feet,
The start of a pile.
The roaring of trucks
On the divided highway
Overpowers birds’
Peeping and cheeping—even
The protracted locust buzz.
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