Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

5.22.16 dream haiku

We wear nothing
but morning dew
and your make-up.

5.15.16 dream haiku

All this poetry
swirling inside comes out as
You You You You You.

5.8.16 dream haiku

Happily missing
the train, I stay and listen
to Mom reminisce.


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