Trail Sitings

I run a trail near my house quite often and on that trail I see many bikers, runners, families and walkers, 99% of whom I never talk to or know but all of whom are memorable. Here’a haiku about one such.

White-haired pair hold veined hands

dark skin, American dress.

What have they endured?

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