Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Month: May, 2017

5.28.17 dream haiku

She deals me a hand
of blank cards, then

5.20.17 dream haiku

“Wow!” He stares at his
bicep muscle. “How many
of these do I have?!”

5.13.17 dream haiku

It’s not until she
actually leaves that
he asks her to stay.

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