are not unusual around
these parts.
detours.
twelve men in green glow
vests,
some with shovels
in hand, others
waving you to the left or
right,
with flares and flags,
pointing
where you're to go,
beyond
the orange striped barrels
the steel plates
now standing upright.
they're digging
up the street again.
something about
drainage,
or power outages,
or mining for gold.
who's to know,
so you go left,
and left again, you take
the scenic route home.
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