Haiku #71-73

71.

The water carries its bare stories,
Blocked by a dam
Above a lake without words.

72.

Black necks of Canada Geese jab
In the mulch of November’s leftovers.
Warning signs abound.

73.

The book is my gun
And I am on the run,
A fugitive from knowledge.

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