Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: poem

11.11.18 dream haiku

Everyone marches
to the drummer’s beat.
You dance.

11.3.18 dream haiku

Rainy funeral
we seek shelter beneath
weeping willows.

10.28.18 dream haiku

Keep an eye on them;
they’re mashing bugs
that aren’t there.

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