Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Month: August, 2020

8.30.20 dream haiku

I wade into the
deep end where the talk
is not chitchat.

8.23.20 dream haiku

Sun between storms
I briefly make her
smile.

8.16.20 dream haiku

We park
in the crop circle, and leave
for Mars.

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