Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

dream haiku 8.28.16

Losing my thirst
for Kool-Aid at
the cult museum.

dream haiku 8.21.16

Without my glasses
in the moonlight, your old, frail
self looks kitten-like.

8.14.16 dream haiku

Instead of small talk
we squeeze ourselves into one
shirt.

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