New Yorkers rarely say hello
To
strangers on the street,
Though
folks in other towns may smile
At
everyone they meet.
Yet
during the pandemic,
Seeing
friends became so rare
That
the need to make connections
Seemed
to permeate the air.
So
for some familiar faces
I’d
encounter in the dark,
On
my early morning walks,
There’d
be a recognition spark.
Soon
a wave or nod would follow,
Which
in turn became a smile,
Making
mornings so much brighter
As
I clocked off every mile.
That
acknowledgement is precious
For
it proves I’m not alone;
Even
in the biggest city,
I
am noticed, I am known.
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