they are going to be tearing up the road in front of my house,

the work is expected to last a year

or so the flyer that was in my mailbox tells me.

little orange flags prance along the path

like pennants on the staffs of a tiny army.

This is the battle field of progress.

AH! perhaps i can get some clusters from the giant clump of bamboo across the way,

and as i day dream about a privacy screen,

in the shadows i see

it is home to another family.

i think they will have to move.