Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: hand

5.28.17 dream haiku

She deals me a hand
of blank cards, then

4.1.17 dream haiku

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

10.15.16 dream haiku

Mom hopes I’ll make it
home for dinner, then hands me
a gun for my duel.

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