on our hurried way

We pass by



on our hurried way

to here or to there

or to everywhere.

Eyes rise and meet



then flitting back

to the ground

to gaze at the sidewalk.

Voices speak



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.

Photo by Brett Sayles from Pexels

3 thoughts on “Passersby”

  1. 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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