Passersby

on our hurried way

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.


Photo by Brett Sayles from Pexels

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