Shadows behind curtains
flicker grey on grey
through mist and clatter
of dishes scrubbed
robotlike
one side to the other.
I smile and wave
a pause suspended
dish poised for the rack
and then a smile returned
perhaps the first
and last exchanged
upon this day.
ml’24
(The isolation of Covid has brought a new reality to all, especially those living alone in silent anguish.)
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