It’s quiet at the busy intersection.
The store clerk slowly sweeps the steps.
No traveling show has come to town.
Just the birds
in the middle of the traffic lights
hopping across the asphalt to pick up some crumbs.
The sun has risen
but rush hour is mistaken.
One dairy delivery truck
pulled up to a full stop
to unload our milk and ice cream.
I scream for human companionship
in a silent crescendo
that’s not yet built up to full steam.
We have a ways to go
through months of snow.
But today it is warm for January.
It’s good to see wildlife coming back.
The store clerk is friendly and lonely
but I know he’s smiling under his mask.