OUT OF A DISTANT PAST
The road crew seems lazy today,
dragging their feet like sluggards
along a blind-tar hot-pot fix-truck.
Like prisoners, they spray the broken
streets, for cracks and holes. Can't be.
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Are these men prisoners? No; fine
fellows they work for their money at
Bridges and Roads, McAllister County.
I don't know any of them, but they each
need something quick. Assistance
for an alliance.
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Once before, this was all done with
horses; now there's nothing but steam
and gasoline. Yes, steam and gasoline.
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