Jonah stands,
leaning on his shovel,
by the side of the
road, nodding
with approval
as we set out the
traffic cones,
flashing arrows,
construction barrels
narrowing traffic into one
lane;
studying the blueprints
and gazing through the surveyor's
level,
he smiles as he spots
the parking lot where all
the cars will be
diverted,
and people will have
to get out and walk
down
ever narrower streets, until
they are going
single file,
having to turn sideways
to squeeze through
that alley called
No Hope.
So, you pick up the phone
and call
Grace and Daughters
General Contractors,
hiring them to take over the
job,
reminding them of
the original specs:
'widen the Way as far
as possible;
there are a whole lot
of folks
heading for the Kingdom
and we want
to make sure they get there
in time for the
party.'
(c) 2012 Thom M. Shuman
Thursday, January 19, 2012
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