! ! Roadworker With Sign - Poem by Alison Cassidy
to stiff and starched attention
slap in the center of the road,
his red STOP sign
majestically, like a spear.
into his walkie talkie
with the all puff and passion
of a sergeant major.
His striped yellow vest sparkled
in the setting sun.
His work boots spat dust
as he paced
back and forth,
down the road behind him -
like Maxwell Smart on a mission.
pulled up at the intersection.
He gave it right of way
waving it in front of the rest of us
as with all the pomp and aplomb
of a royal.
he nodded to noone in particular
and reversed his sign to SLOW.
I waved and smiled
as I touched the accelerator.
He ignored my salute.
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