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I walk solely before everyone else
Feigning a parade, pretend I'm leading but silently.
We were told to be silent but
The silence is defeaning, never truly silent.
Noise fills my ears, fills my blank mind.
The water murmurs alongside the vocals of the
deep breaths of the hushing train.
Surrounded by volunteers and artists,
cats and catcallers.
Still, I walk in silence.
The deep pants of passing joggers and their shuffling feet
racing one another against the hard path and
bikers and their whirring wheels and
the chirps of birds -
pigeons, crying to be fed,
all against the distant baging of construction.
A vibration of nothingness
yet everything all at once.
Everyone walks behind me -
the white noise of millions of conversations sounds time to time
their footsteps crunching in the midst of conversation.
The breeze embraces me and pulls my eyes shut and
all at once I mute out the silence
of the East River Park.

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