Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

7.29.17 dream haiku

Never seen this field
before, yet how
I’ve missed it.

7.22.17 dream haiku

They’ll marry, but first
she must believe he’s out there
and then go find him.

7.16.17 dream haiku

Missed the bus again
to buy handfuls of gumballs.
Now we chew and wait.

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