two minutes each year, we talk

i see my neighbor

maybe

once a year, and then,

for whatever

reason,

our paths don't cross again

for months on end.

the sun rises, 

and sets.

the moon comes out.

it rains,

it snows, it's hot.

the seasons change.

we're separated by a single

wall and a fence

outdoors.

we're both men,

happily divorced,

so it's easy to catch up in

the two minutes

we speak, when

we nod

and say hello.