Incommodity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Incommodity
Pennants waving their bright colors at me from across the street.
Beckoning me to come and investigate their reason for being there.
Looking - my eyes can see without having to go near.
All kinds of heavy equipment and machinery tell me all I need to know.
That they are once again - yet - tearing up the street.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
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