We shouted back and forth from
sibling peaks, myself
and the stranger who was wearing
either a white shirt or a white
jacket with black trousers
or dark jeans. He mirrored me,
maybe, my work clothes
dampened with sweat, my throat
tested further than a day of teaching
the almost-deaf could truly test.
We asked questions of the other.
I threw my second language
into the chasm of sound
and he caught it on the wind.
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