Sitting in my writers’ garret
Which is also my bedroom
I contemplate neighbor-less neighborhoods
There is a door next door
It opens it closes
Barely a wave is required
To acknowledge the existence of others
Driven by economic needs or desires
People come and go
There are no sidewalks
They only invite interaction
There are driveways
For drive aways
No need to stay
No need to say hello–goodbye
All around
Perhaps driven by fear
Communities no longer offer
Common unities
Weber’s iron cages
Enclose us all
These thoughts flow freely
For one
Who sits in his room
Contemplating neighbor-less neighborhoods