Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: poem

1.20.19 dream haiku

The car thaws
our conversation.

1.12.19 dream haiku

He grows younger
on the old golf course that aged
into a garden.

1.5.19 dream haiku

We skip down
the only path
neither of us knows.

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