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A Backpacker’s Haiku

Peering through the groves,
watchful eyes keep the secrets
of all those who’ve passed.

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Creepy cormorants
perch in dead trees. Black water,
still. What lurks beneath?

A chance meeting. Just
passing through. Seeking only
fun but found much more…

Spring enters stage left
and the heart flutters with thoughts
of new beginnings.

Freshly shaven. Hair
cut. The look of a new man.
Demons still torment.