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Ku on the theme of dreams

 cliffhanger

I hope for yesterday’s

dream again


in the window

what do you dream of

mynah eyes


evening breeze

stooping to pick up

yellowed dreams


winter solstice

do androids dream

of electric sheep


last post

— those dreams that never

became memories


avoiding traffic

the back alleys of a self

I’ve never explored


divorce court all that that never was


glass facade

all the blue skies

trapped within


(Published in Cafe Haiku on 14/04/2022 as part of the theme "Dreams")

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