I took a road trio out to California this last week. I wrote a bunch of Haiku on the trip.

ditches filled with green
farmers waiting to harvest
low clouds over corn
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Small black silhouettes
standing in yellow pastures
wilting sunflowers
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large silver silos
waiting to be filled with grain
standing in clusters
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rolling plains around
adorned dreadlocks with wood beads
tell me where I'm at
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yellow grasses sway
same roosters different sky line
with horses yelling
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head stones among sage
famous dead outlaws lie lost
what a view from here
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bushes that look like buffalo
shadows of shadows
a land filled with ghost
( not a 5-7-5, but I like it.)
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black sky and black ground
my eyes see no difference
Arizona sleep
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fighting in the dark
white and red battle it out
Hello Sir Helgi
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palm fronds on hot wind
sushi served on white platters
Santa Monica
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on top of a hill
stone blocks and trees stands Getty
many eyes looking
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awake before Dawn
I am surprised to be cold
at Great Western War
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clanking of bottles
I sit thinking of haiku
last nights reverie
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next to a shit truck
I'm pondering yesterday
trying to let go
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Owls in the night
what are they talking about
hopefully good things
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many miles seen
watching our shadow fly by
desert to grassland.
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The whole trip is now memory.