Acquaintance and Neighbourhood Poetry Contest

Strolling through my new town Strangers talking solely on their phone Quiet, with the occasional ringtone sound Despite the smiles and laughs they feel alone Imagining a conversation with a friend yet found That awkward nod to a stranger, still on my own Now avoiding eye contact, staring at the ground A community broken by an isolated tone A place no longer bound Time to go home 27/1/23 Acquaintance and neighbourhood poetry contest Sotto Poet