Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

5.18.19 dream haiku

I say “love” a lot
to weed out everyone
who’s cynical.

5.11.19 dream haiku

It wasn’t until
she was old she realized we
have nothing to lose.

5.4.19 dream haiku

Just add water
to the colander
made of spaghetti.

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