Basho and Jung

A Haiku a week. Mined from my dreams.

Tag: thoughtful

3.18.14 dream haiku

I’m never the same
after she exits
the changing room.

3.11.14 dream haiku

Why am I still shy?
Every stranger I pass is
related to me.

11.14.13 dream haiku

Fresh start – I wear
a huge, blank name tag, and change
my name to nothing.

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