Five units here: two vacant; two in use
whose residents have gone away this week.
The property is mine – I can cut loose
or not. The solitude I daily seek
is here without an effort or a plan.
I don’t have to consider anyone
beside myself – no woman, child or man
will ask me to dilute my private fun.

All’s well until I open up the box
to fetch my mail, and find it’s fully jammed
with every flyer sent to this address.
I curse the postman as I view the locks,
but soon think other cubbies must be crammed
with mail unpacked by neighbors – that’s my guess.

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