I Saw The Girl-Child, Standing

A blaze-blue spirit, wonder-rapt.

Adventure Tanka

The boiling blackcurrant’s sipped; thrown.

A water flower.

The sunfire breaks the emptied cloud to strike upon the waters.

Lapped at by the coursing mirrored-sky.

あすは水がへ空をかえります.

Dusk deepens.

Paddling swan in feathers.

The dog’s bark ricochets in waves that break ‘gainst seagull’s calling.

Day-drinker ponders; rises; leaves the poem.

Do you hear?

People-watching; people, watching me.

Over the water, w’thin the waves of crashing flame, I sit ‘n write.

In screeching seagull song sounds out senescent afternoon.

The road runs riv’ring currents, coursing crashless swirls of traffic.