it's early, but the men
are at work.
i see them in their lime green
jackets,
helmets too.
one is riding a jack hammer
into
the sidewalk.
the others have shovels
and picks.
they say nothing to each other,
the noise is
too loud, the generator moaning
beside them.
they are there when
i leave.
there when i return.
when they finally leave, they
look at
one another and say
something that i can't hear
from behind my
behind my window. but it's not
much.
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