If we forget about shouting,
Hello, at neighbors,
neighbors yawning
opening windows to yell
back, How are you
holding up? while their
oldest daughter waves
madly at Little Girl, all seems
normal, just as all is
normal later as Little Girl
and I later lean into
windows that overlook
our marsh, watching
mergansers build nests,
excited to have these novel
neighbors—soon merganser
chicks that we’ll say Hello
to through glass.