those days

there are no shine
shoe
boys anymore, no paper
boys,
or milk men,
or mail twice a day.
there is
pleasant greeting on
the street,
a tip of the hat,
a neighbor
who sits on the porch
with
tea
to chat.
no clothes hung
on the line,
while talk
goes back and forth
across the fence.
those days are gone
as we stare into our phones
and lock
down into our
own secluded world.