Neighbors nail the planks
dividing their yard from mine.
Our durable fence. I walk half a block
before realizing I’ve
forgotten my mask. One ant following
another, trusting we all
are going somewhere. Stretched between two poles,
clothesline outside my window,
a robin’s rest stop. Lemons fallen on
the sidewalk to be rescued
for my potpourri. No one and nothing
touches me but this blue wind
with cool caresses. | 
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