the men
in the rain, jack hammers
pounding
the pavement.
the brittle noise
echoing
off the houses.
white hats,
green bibs,
boots laced high
covered
in yellow mud.
hammers at their side.
wheel barrows,
picks and axes.
the streets come
up in chunks,
in irregular stamps
of earth.
what seemed
forever is gone, just
like that.
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