On Pavement

It’s just as well I have to leave my room,
for trucks are working on the street today.
I wouldn’t mind construction or the zoom
of chain-saw pruning, but the endless bray
of backups, when we haven’t any ruts,
incessant safety signals, have a way
of drilling on my brain to drive me nuts.

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