Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: haiku

8.25.19 dream haiku

I understand
all the wordless sounds
she’s making.

8.18.19 dream haiku

The glow in her face
once everything’s
switched off.

8.10.19 dream haiku

She wears maps for clothes
and points to the
warm spot where we are.

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