A silence abounds when we make our rounds,
for my two dogs and I on our walks.
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There are houses with spouses,
with singles, and what-not’s.
They don’t wave, they won’t smile,
much less will they  talk.
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This silence astounds on these daily done rounds,
it’s the sound of a safe distance silence.
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Some cut-level looks, non-verbal announcements,
signals potential to some low-level violence.
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”Don’t tread on me!” kinetic pronouncements
are the sounds of a safe distance silence.
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One day, one time, on one of these walks,
a man began ambling our way.
Amazing, I’m thinking, this man wants to talk.
This should be surprising to hear what he’ll say.
This also might mean I might have mistaken
the spouses in houses, the singles, and what-not’s.
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So I greeted and smiled even after he’d spoken.
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He looked at me squarely, unfriendly and said:
”Fella!
This ain’t no dog walking area!”
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