April 22, 2025

They've been building up to this for months,

A slow encroachment as I retired,

Not sure what this says about the economy,

When their construction has never been higher.

The majority of them flank me from the front,

With a healthy contingent out back,

A steady onslaught of grinding intent,

An endless machination of attack.

Today, may have hit the peak,

20 vehicles surrounding my home,

Pick-ups, earth-movers, cement mixers,

Service vans, personal cars, dump trucks roam.

The streets are snarled like Manhattan,

The noise is consistent and deep,

With the occasional interruption

Of that annoying back-up beep.

I feel helpless here, no way to defend

My life against this incessant onslaught

All I can do is sit here and stew

Realizing how much my place means squat.

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Don't be confused by the last picture, thinking the pickup in the driveway of the brown house shouldn't be included. That house has been abandoned and unfinished for 15 years. Someone just used their driveway because there isn't anywhere else to park their damn vehicle.