Tanka 131, Haiku 719, Tanka 132

Tanka 131

no secret passage
a portly ghost can count on
exists in this house
ghosts were smaller in the past
the tour guide said. Like she knows.


Haiku 719

pulled and unraveled
the sweater disintegrates
useless pile of yarn


Tanka 132

Cutting the slight curve
the saw blade bucks to a halt
the angle is wrong
let the guiding hand listen
align to the blade’s music