Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: hand

9.16.17 dream haiku

Decades later
we both remember my hand
brushing your knee.

5.28.17 dream haiku

She deals me a hand
of blank cards, then
winks.

4.1.17 dream haiku

I laugh nervously
when I’m tickled by
my left hand.

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