Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

3.25.17 dream haiku

Feeling worthless
he hides in his sinking ship’s
treasure chest.

3.18.17 dream haiku

Single, his heart in
solitary confinement
in his chest.

3.12.17 dream haiku

I can only sleep
when my dreams are
in stock.

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