Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: talk

3.31.19 dream haiku

Act familiar.
She won’t talk
to strangers.

2.16.19 dream haiku

We sit and talk
under two trees that grow
into one.

3.24.18 dream haiku

Don’t listen
to the small versions of me
leaping from my mouth.

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