Some Tanka (Japanese) Poems

Watching the Game

"don't bother me now!"
--I bite like the sweetest bark--
steadying a vision
always grows into cruelty,
where visions crash crismon

False-start

putting feet to ground
I feel the rush of the run
thighs piston in time
chugging forward, forward
a dream of quickness clunking

Happy toes

feet, our quiestest
selves. made to bend with the mind
now suddenly propped up
bare, cheerful, shedding their ache,
rubbing in pairs, happily

Relax

gen'rally, I need
more time...or maybe less of
it to adjust to
the quiet that requires
I cease searching, for more time.