twilight
losing sight
of the whiffle ball
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Ben Gaa
Ben Gaa has an English Writing degree from Knox College and has haiku published in Acorn, Modern Haiku, Simply Haiku, A Hundred Gourds, The Heron's Nest, Frogpond, Shamrock, World Haiku Review and others. He currently resides in St. Louis, MO with his cat.
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Love it! I grew up playing whiffe ball and I am still playing with friends 45 years later. This speaks to the value of free play. Whiffle ball has always been a creative collaborative game. Playing outside until it's dark brings back old wonderful memories.
A haiku with a sense memory which masterfully evokes childhood summers — my children's as well as mine.
I never knew the name, whiffle ball when young, we just called them air balls. This may be a location thing. I used white and orange, both I think compliment you’re ku in their own way.