Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

7.22.17 dream haiku

They’ll marry, but first
she must believe he’s out there
and then go find him.

7.16.17 dream haiku

Missed the bus again
to buy handfuls of gumballs.
Now we chew and wait.

7.8.17 dream haiku

This is exciting!
As long as the aliens
eat them and not us.

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