Monday, August 06, 2007
Misc. Haiku 26-30
26
Out in a field,
Weaving a wreath
Of cornflowers.
27
Head hurts, sounds
Of the faucet upstairs—I don’t
Want to write any poetry.
28
Reading on summer porch
Surrounded by oak and maple.
Beyond, useless world.
29
Squirrels the lorax
To my bygone yellow patch
Of sunflowers.
30
Alas! A sound the dog and I
Both thought could be her car
Was only a weedeater.
