poetry

unvoiced

unvoiced

my first walk through our neighborhood
and onto the trail
we awkwardly dodge each other
out of kindness

in the beginning
I say Good morning!
but soon realize
people don’t respond
afraid of my exhalation
responsible for their own
so I begin to silently wave

never good with faces
now I’ve lost the voices
from mouths that I might know
in faces I can’t see

we become random bodies
circling around the lake
and an unexpected cold fog sets in

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