Friday, December 27, 2024

those years are done

everyone
is home this week.
the schools are closed,
the worker bees
that usually leave at five
a.m.
are here.
i see their cars,
their trucks, their teenage
children
are playing
music
next door.
i used to see them on their
tricycles
out front,
when they were young,
the day after Christmas,
i'd wave,
they'd laugh and smile,
cheeks red
and happy in the winter
sun.
but
these days, things have
changed,
if i'm lucky,
i might get a nod,
or grunt.
but little eye contact.
those years are done.

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