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.