Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: poetry

8.10.19 dream haiku

She wears maps for clothes
and points to the
warm spot where we are.

8.4.19 dream haiku

Only happy
in his
undercover job.

7.27.19 dream haiku

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

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