Most of them
do something
as they pass you by
in silent golf carts.
Some are on their cell phones
and some may look away.
Their greetings
are mostly in their hands —
not in their eyes
 nor in their bodies.
The most common
is a diminished wave
so that the thumb
clings to the steering wheel
and the fingers
unwrap themselves
and make some movement
that  is tantamount  to saying
“You’re acknowledged”.
A few will just ignore
us passers by.
I’m usually on my tricycle
and I make the motions, too —
not too effusive
but noticeable.
One hand may even
briefly leave the handlebars.
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