Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Month: December, 2018

12.30.18 dream haiku

We could hike and see
the world, but I might scuff up
my new shoes.

12.22.18 dream haiku

I say yes to her
before she even mentions
ice cream.

12.15.18 dream haiku

We find our rhythm
in the back corner
of the record store.

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