We pass by
slowly,
daily,
on our hurried way
to here or to there
or to everywhere.
Eyes rise and meet
lingering,
longing,
then flitting back
to the ground
to gaze at the sidewalk.
Voices speak
muttering,
mumbling
a cautious “Hello”
to which we do not expect
a response.
Strangers at midday,
stuck inside our own minds
as we pass by
and never think
to stop.
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The Yellow Brick Ave 
The desire for anonymity and the need for social interactions are often at odds. We say hello as a courtesy, just as we ask, “How are you?” not really wanting and answer. I wrote a poem on a similar theme. Let me know if you will allow me to share it on your blog, perhaps as a guest post.
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Hi Leon,
I would love to read that poem of yours. You can reach out to me through the Contact page on my website to inquire about guest posts.
– Joy 🌼
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