In My Neighborhood
Walking outside and the streets are all hopping;
People are strolling or eating or shopping.
Maskers are few and their numbers are dropping
As Covid recedes from the news.
Diners and bars are all crowded and busy;
Sidewalk cafes feature drinks tall and fizzy.
Traffic and bicycles pass in a tizzy
As new storefronts make their debuts.
Out in Ukraine there are bombs that are flying;
People are hiding or fighting or dying,
Yet in Manhattan there is no denying
That Covid and war are taboos.
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