Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

9.24.17 dream haiku

New employee runs
away — we chase her down
and drag her back.

9.16.17 dream haiku

Decades later
we both remember my hand
brushing your knee.

9.8.17 dream haiku

We stand in the sun
until the adults arrive
with their umbrellas.

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