Poetry Collection (?) Central Line Special Rapid

“Central Line”

Though I wait, no message comes; alone at Tokyo Station, the moon tilts.
The train passes through the fields of the gods.
In Ochanomizu, cicadas sing in the stillness of night.
Yotsuya: a chapel as darkness falls.
At Shinjuku’s pedestrian way, the night sky is high.
An autumn wind quietly moves through the ears of grain in Nakano.
In the sky of hawk hunting, two or three skylarks.
At Kokubunji’s stone monument, deep green shade.
Arriving at Kunitachi: a triangular roof and a single cloud.

(2004/8/3 0:15)

On the Central Line’s Special Rapid train, I thought I would write a verse for each station. Of course, it was just for fun. Quality did not matter. I wrote the one for Tokyo Station on the platform, so I had a little more time and made it a tanka; the others are haiku or senryu, perhaps. The seasonal words are doubtful too. But when I set out to write, I could surprisingly do it…