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Morning scenes

The wind blustery

Skies grey blue

A light so muted

Birds are quiet too

We walkers go

Sidestepping

Couple-dancing

No touching

Looking or meeting

Glances…Oh no!

 

Masks dangling

From chins

Below noses

Hanging from one ear

Or sometimes

Fitting so properly

Covering everything

So no one can see

Or know

What we’re really like.

 

Runners running

Soundlessly

Iron determination

Seeping through

So much so 

That dogs being walked

Know they cannot

Wag tails

Or even

Bark a greeting.

 

Two men

Creating content

One breaking into

Hair flipping, body popping

Dance

Faithful friend filming

In fits and starts

As a security guard

Sips his chai

Utterly bemused.


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