One Hundred Haiku on Cucumber Water

I. Cucumber Water, The absence of a fleeting thought. Tastes of what once was.

II. What do souls contain? Thoughts and pain embodied in: Cucumber Water.

III. Less taste than LaCroix, Try to recall the taste of such. Garden vegetable.

IV. It brings happiness. Cucumber Water uplifts. Make merry with it.

V. Why should we consume? Because it exists for us. Truly as a friend.

VI. Cucumber Water. Yes, it is our dearest child. Cucumber Water!

VII. Where to go from here? Beverages culminate. With that misty brew.

VIII. Light rain echoed once. Now, its sound is formed in taste. Drops upon our tongues.

IX. Salad on a plate. When it's gone, the plate remains. On the plate, it is.

X. Imagine cucumbers. How do those dreams taste? Refreshing, I think.

XI. Painting made of oil. Copied for ten thousand years. Now the thought remains.

XII. Was it all a waste? It could have been a pickle. Now we drink it so.

XIII. It's a happy day. A cucumber has been born. Drink that child's tears.

XIV. Where did it come from? What does a cucumber mean? Taste the form of one.

XV. Remember Larry? Animated children's show. Vegetables as such.

XVI. Cucumber Water: A freedom that life gives us. Drink responsibly.

XVII. Described to a friend, What a pickle wants to be. That is how it tastes.

XVIII. Close your eyes and sleep. Eat the pickles from your dream. Then, reflect on it.

XIX. Look through a window. Cucumber across the street. Taste it far away.

XX. Wait for it to load. On low resolution screens. Low definition.

XXI. Find the nearest clock. Pickle time in twelve hours. How does it taste now?

XXII. Sent by telegram. Sir! A message now is here! TASTE THE PICKLE. STOP.

XXIII. Ancient woodblock print. Squint your eyes to make it out. Looks like zucchini.

XXIV. Drawn with a crayon. No reference image used. Hastily recalled.

XXV. Transience in form. Flavour is absence thereof. Cucumber Water.

XXVI. High school memory. On your fiftieth birthday. That recollection.

XXVII. From an empty glass, An aroma ventures forth, Finding not a home.

XXVIII. From another room, Cucumbers are heard and felt. Drywall in between.

XXIX. Vegetables extinct. Final memory is now lost. Only words remain.

XXX. From vegtable tongue, Misinterpretation fault, Lost in translation.

XXXI. Cucumber Water, Acquaintance, but not a friend. Passed by on the street.

XXXII. Secret bonus game. Vegetables can unlock. Enjoy your new reward.

XXXIII. Black and white on screens. Silent film, the soundtrack plays. Timbre of the words.

XXXIV. Pen across the page, Leaves a marking as it slips. Visage of the ink.

XXXV. When was it again? Long-forgotten days of yore. But I still taste them.

XXXVI. Difficult problem. What solution does it hold? Cucumber Water.

XXXVII. Flashing crosswalk light. Tiny walking man is cute. It's his favourite drink.

XXXVIII. Somewhere on the earth, Legends of its name ring out. Tasty beverage.

XXXIX. Seek helpful guidance. Every wise sage will tell: Drink it, soon and much.

XL. Gallons of it wait. Who are they so patient for? Why, it's you, my friend!

XLI. Softly whispered voice. Gentle, calm, and relaxing. Feel it in your taste.

XLII. Waterfalls flow down. Watch them, looking from afar. A cucumber falls.

XLIII. Does it ever taste, Bitter, sweet, or savoury? Definitely not.

XLIV. Laying on a bed, Only dressed with fitted sheet. So unfulfilling.

XLV. Where to go from here? Destination of our lives? Cucumber Water.

XLVI. When did it appear? Was it a gift from above? I don't think it was.

XLVII. Left it in my car. It's been there since yesteryear. It still tastes the same.

XLVIII. Heard about it once. I think that is all I need. Same experience.

XLIX. What's that over there? Spot placed on the horizon. Maybe if I squint.

L. Empty fruit basket. If you could eat the void, It'd be like that.

LI. Credits of a film. Lo-fi remix of the theme. That, but for pickles.

LII. Might I have a drink? Wait, no, not that one, please, no! Well, I guess it's fine.

LIII. Dust that's on a shelf, Just been dusted yesterday. You can almost see.

LIV. Faded photograph. Glimpsed from your peripheral. Cucumber still life.

LV. Feel it in your bones. The tiny ones in your ear. Wait, so hear it, then?

LVI. Soda that's gone flat. Literally, there's no more depth. Narratively, too.

LVII. Excel spreadsheet. Default, blank, and empty cells. Tastes similarly.

LVIII. Where have you all been? It's been eternities, or more. Long-forgotten age.

LIX. Hidden in a cave. Behind the legendary sword. A pebble lies ignored.

LX. Phantom of the night, Wakes up in the daytime, Then goes back to bed.

LXI. Watch the petals fall. Listen as the streams all flow. When were you last here?

LXII. Snow on Mt. Fuji. Then it melts, and flows downstream. What did it taste like?

LXIII. Mist above a lake. Imagine if the mist had mist. Even thinner still.

LXIV. Turning on the game, Logos before title screen. Copyright symbol.

LXV. Untouched forests lie. And in them cucumbers sit. Their voices carry far.

LXVI. Forgotten purpose. Ancestors are history. Cucumbers remain.

LXVII. Drink, and then, rejoice. Reminisce on the times you've had. But don't stay too long.

LXVIII. What is left for us? Is all of the earth explored? One frontier awaits.

LXIX. You've been there before. You don't remember; you won't. But you know you have.

LXX. On a busy street, A breadcrumb falls to the ground. Gone before it lands.

LXXI. Long forgotten time. Ancients drink, their glasses full. We drink in their name.

LXXII. Proudly raise your glass, It contains the juice of wind, Cucumber Water.

LXXIII. Cryptic alphabet. Words stand out that you don't know, You still understand.

LXXIV. Moonbeams softly fall, Taste them as they shine through trees. Interesting night.

LXXV. Taste the empty glass. Then, imagine it was less. Still, you taste too much.

LXXVI. Look into its face. Corner of the smile shines. Taste its happiness.

LXXVII. Enjoy it while it lasts. Wait, is it already gone? I really can't tell.

LXXVIII. Jar of pickles sits. It's been through the dishwasher. Eighteen thousand times.

LXXIX. Remember the day. No, not that one, further back. Can you taste your meals?

LXXX. Refreshing waves crash. You hear them from your radio. While wearing earmuffs.

LXXXI. It makes me feel nice. Not wonderful, but good enough. I hope you agree.

LXXXII. It's there for me, right? Somehow I can't quite recall. I'd like to think so.

LXXXIII. Will I taste again? Is this the end of all flavour? No, it's coming back.

LXXXIV. Look into the pond. See the reflection look back? Now, look behind it.

LXXXV. Heard about it once. Maybe from a friend of yours. You want more details.

LXXXVI. Static on the screen. You're not sure you heard a noise. Message from the void?

LXXXVII. Doll upon a shelf. Recall the one time she blinked. Now, drink the moment.

LXXXVIII. Manilla folder. Little tab sticks out the top. Important as that.

LXXXIX. Flowers in a field. Lift more petals off the ground. But the basket's full.

XC. Read the afterword, For the preface of the page, With the contents list.

XCI. Control alt delete. But while the monitor is off. You can't really tell.

XCII. Walk into a room, Then forget why you were there. Try to remember.

XCIII. Christmas vacation. Try to think of where you went. In the second grade.

XCIV. Don't forget the taste! I know you already have. Time to try again.

XCV. Gaze into the sky. Wonder what's behind the blue? I wonder as well.

XCVI. Wall of endless screens. Every one of them is turned off. Look in the top left.

XCVII. Try to take a nap. Pillowcase in the laundry. Lay there anyway.

XCVIII. Journey far and wide. Write your travels in a book. Read the page numbers.

XCIX. You can almost see. Written on your eyelids' backs. That's the secret taste.

C.(ucumber Water) Cucumber Water. That's really all there is to say. Cucumber Water.