Noise lots of it

 

And bright flashing lights

 

Large orange and black signs

 

Heralding the onslaught of work yet to come

 

Big loud trucks, motors grating

 

The incessant beep beep sound

 

Of backing trucks

 

Filled with all manner

 

Of materials

 

That promise improvement

 

Some are dirty, messy, strong of smell

 

And the work looks like it will be

 

Hot, tiring, no fun

 

 

But a promise has been made

You will wait

You will see

Maybe something can be salvaged

From this wreck of a road

 

Each day you watch from your window

 

Coffee in hand

Unaware

 

That you are barely breathing

 

 

As the days pass

You begin to see small changes

 

Day after day you watch

Breath held, fingers gripped

 

Around the handle of your mug

 

Coffee getting cold

 

 

As the weeks pass

The changes become more discernable

Until one day

 

You notice

 

A ssmooth patch of black tar

 

Where before there’d been crumpled black top

 

Making it a jarring, uncomfortable ride

 

After that

 

The work goes quickly

 

And as the stifling heat of Summer

 

Gives way to the chill warmth of Autumn

 

All work stops

 

And

 

 

 

 

You find yourself

 

Standing at the window

 

Coffee cup in hand

 

Fragrant steam arising

 

From its porcelain depths

 

  • Author: [email protected] (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2023 10:32
  • Category: Love
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  • Eileen Clark

    Hello, this is fun to read, it kept me reading right to the end because as I was reading I was second guessing how it would end.



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