I was looking out the window at service trucks
Orange draped workers looking puzzled
Placing pylons around storm drains
My former house seemed to be affected
And the rest of the old cul de sac
This should liven up the annual strata meeting
I was thinking, from the greener side of the street
When the phone rang
It was my ex
Needing a point of grammatical clarification
Which happens with some regularity
My ghost writing continues to be needed
Meanwhile the invasive surgery on the drains continued
Until the blockage was cleared
Everything flows downhill
No more barriers
It’s all fluid
Moving
David Trudel © 2012
