Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: day

7.27.19 dream haiku

Each night she washes
those same words, then one day
she just throws them out.

12.2.18 dream haiku

It’s darkest
in the bar
during the day.

9.29.18 dream haiku

With the day I had
it would be a treat to have
nails for dinner.

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