Invisible In the City Country
My hoodie is too warm but I hate bras so I keep it on
In case a neighbor or an Amazon delivery person drops by
I am laughing now
I live in the country
A place people live who do not neighbor
City-country
Much different than small-town country
Where everyone neighbors
We are pretty much unknown to each other
And I am of the age where delivery people
Do not see me at all.
An invisible person after fifty.
My nearest neighbor is eighty-two.
She has dementia.
The next neighbor down only drops by in election years
Begging us to vote her direction
Which we would never do.
I am always delighted, begging her to come in
But she won’t.
Her husband was much friendlier
But he passed of cancer a year ago.
I did not know for ten months.
That is how close we are out here
In the city-country.
Sadly enough.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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