a card dropped
through the metal mail
slot
of your door
says happy new year.
it's from
a neighbor that you
rarely speak to.
she is quick
to get in and out of
her car,
only stopping to wave
quickly
as she carries
groceries in, or a
brief case
from her work.
maybe nine words have
been exchanged
in a year of living
side by side,
secretly busy in
your own lives.
a mere wall between
you
and yet strangers.
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