GOOD DAY, NEIGHBOR

The first week in March has passed,
Saturday morning brings 64 degrees.
Walking to the corner store for bread,
creamer for my coffee, an uplifting treat.
Doors open as I pass, windows rattle as
neighbors take advantage, warm breezes
bring fresh air to the closed up little
Cape Cod houses lining curb-less streets.
The neighborhood goes to work, looks
forward to Spring, this means not
having to blast the heat and pay so much
of their incomes for warmth and comfort.
When I walk by, I see you all inhaling the
goodness, while exhaling your worries away.
I want to wave and shout to each one of you
about how lucky we are to have such a day.
Even after ten years, we barely look at each
other, let alone speak or consider sharing the
joy of beautiful sunshine on a Winter’s day.