the workers
in bright orange
lime
green, highway vests, tight
and full
around these men
with shovels
and picks.
signs
and rubber cones.
they smoke and laugh.
the day is young as they
grumble
forward
to the long unpaved
ribbon
of road
ahead of them.
there is work to do
under
the melt of sun.
it's early, hours and hours
left to go
before they're done.
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