Misc. Haiku 26-30

Out in a field,
Weaving a wreath
Of cornflowers

Head hurts, sounds
Of the faucet upstairs—I don’t
Want to write any poetry

Reading on summer porch
Surrounded by oak and maple.
Beyond, useless world

Squirrels the lorax
To my bygone yellow patch
Of sunflowers

Alas!  A sound the dog and I
Both thought could be her car
Was only a weedeater

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