Observations

From far away
The strangers feel familiar
Same blend of face
Depleted of expression
In strange comfort, I wave
And their bodies wave back
I imagine they are telling stories
Or laying out a show
A black-white, rid of sound—
But it is deafening,
The alone I feel
Unable to feel
Different or
Reach out to these
Strangers—filibustering about
The yellow and red scape


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