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Don't Look Down

A haiku hybrid

Pack our bags at dawn
Toss them in the sea at noon -
We shall not return

A note on the door
Will declare our intentions -
No sense in pursuit

A house left unlocked
Nothing of value there now -
Just our possessions

Our destination
Has yet to be determined -
A wondrous method

Eyes locked and hands clasped
Finger on a spinning globe

Photo by Josh Thomas 

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