Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Month: March, 2019

3.31.19 dream haiku

Act familiar.
She won’t talk
to strangers.

3.23.19 dream haiku

Using Dad’s old
handkerchiefs, I get

3.16.19 dream haiku

Your tears wash off
your face paint. But I’m happy
to see you.

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