It was a wedding weekend (I think all my October weekends might be…) and I’m bone tired. I prepared a trio of ghostly Haiku to get us over to another, less busy day.

1.
Static on the phone.
My own voice whispers back,
“Do not turn around.”

2.
I left you buried.
Yet each night the house settles—
closer to the earth.

3.
Lantern by the gate—
 its flame bends toward the forest.
 Something’s walking home.