foggy morning —
growing by the guardrail
It may be that tickseed sunflowers are well known to you, but they sure weren’t to me when I wrote this poem. And while specificity is not always desirable in haiku, being real is, so I didn’t want to just say the flowers were yellow asters or something.
I must have mentioned this to my wife, Nancy, because the next day she drove to the spot, plucked a small stem, brought it home, and identified it for me. In my opinion, it’s the flowers’ unusual name that makes the poem. Do you agree?
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