Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: poetry

10.22.17 dream haiku

I can only walk
like a cowboy, which is fine;
cowboys never flee.

10.15.17 dream haiku

Cat laps from the plate
on the uneven floor,
small roll of thunder.

10.7.17 dream haiku

If I stand up
straight enough, my
shadow disappears.

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