Bay con stretched and followed a routine
None disturbed him yet none greeted either
it wasn't out of malice or that they were mean
He'd work himself from the warmup into a fever
Bay con shoulders soft and face discerns looks for signs
in others and onto each activity like a man who lost his mind
part of him gone the rest of him on a mission to find
trying to add on just enough to grind
to stay off the radar that expectation constructed
greetings are conjured first by the eyes
glances are many yet down or up or avoiding his
words go unexchanged none of your business
lost in the air begging mouths to be enounced
but tongues stay still even as the flinch pounces
And the clench of close proximity in the ice
Where a simple hello would suffice
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