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Placing the rice cakes
in a row, the child recites,
“Mine!” And “Mine!” And “Mine!”
Likewise, we look at our green
notes and comment, “Mine!” and “Mine!”


No matter how hard
I try, I can’t stop thinking
of my old village.
The warmth and nostalgia is
enough for me to break down.

For the first haiku, I wanted to add something that was like the first two tanka that Dr. Cunningham showed us – since that seems to be more traditional, I thought I should use it. The topic itself is fitting; everyone today seems to be very into money.

As for the second haiku-turned-tanka, I wanted to go in a different direction than the tanka about the sad flowers. This haiku seemed a little more nostalgic for that old town, and so I gave it that feeling.