Tanka 127, Haiku 711, Haiku 712

Tanka 127

why the bird chose me
put the spell on me in three
flat looping circles
tied in the sky a quick knot
to hold me safe on my road?


Haiku 711

mosquito slapping
to the beat of the blue moon
spring syncopation


Haiku 712

crossing the ocean
banal in blue envelopes
poison-pen letters