Sometimes I hear my neighbor talking 
to her dog in the yard, and I wait until she
goes inside before I take my trash to the bin.

I am equal parts misanthrope and recluse, 
wishing for that elusive neighborhood 
in which there are no neighbors. 

When I lived in the city I wore sunglasses
in the grocery store and left the house only
when there was nothing left to eat. 

I will be glad when the pandemic is over, 
but I will miss this year of wearing a mask, 
and finally feeling at ease in the world. 

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