Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

1.14.17 dream haiku

We stay for more drinks
since the low tide bridge is gone
until tomorrow.

1.7.17 dream haiku

By the movie’s end
our hands are touching, and our
shoulders, hips, and thighs.

1.1.17 dream haiku

Asleep in a dry
riverbed, the book
on climate change.
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