Paving the road
The smell of tar
is everywhere
I am stopped in
the middle of the
one way car line
breathing bad foul air
waiting as men pour
hot road wax before my eyes
truck after truck dump their load
of boiling black liquid squishy tar
grueling dirty smelly work in
the ever present burning summer sun
No one has a safety mask only grim faces of determination
I wonder if this is the true Zen?
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