Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: night

7.27.19 dream haiku

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

4.7.19 dream haiku

Our night lights up,
did she slip fireworks
into our meal?

10.13.18 dream haiku

Save your dark thoughts
until there are enough
to make a night sky.

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