A
paving crew put down a fresh liquorice-black ribbon of asphalt on the street
by
my school. No
one knew they were coming.
By
8:30 am, curbside cars were carefully raised by forklift and gently placed
on
the sidewalk. Male
and female construction workers in flip-flops and rubber boots
tore up cracked
tarmac chunks, graded and spread clean black-tar icing.
Some
workers wore bamboo farmer hats while others wore hard hats.
Some
were barefoot.
White
chalked string snapped straight lines for painting.
Parking
spaces, crosswalks and instructions were needed.
Green,
red and white cream-glaze paint went down.
By afternoon, the yellow forklift gingerly placed the cars back on the street.
But
two workers discussed a BMW – their yellow hard hats together.
It
was hoisted again and repositioned 12 inches closer to the curb.
Then
a perfect white rectangular box was painted around it.
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