Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: Dad

3.23.19 dream haiku

Using Dad’s old
handkerchiefs, I get
homesick.

9.9.18 dream haiku

On a scale of one
to twenty, Dad rates my friends
a two.

8.20.15 dream haiku

“Dad, sorry
my bacteria
tracked sand in the house.”

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