Roadwork

Observations of roadwork in a city near me.

Mounds, 
gravel, rocks.
Dirt covered roadway.
On one side, a cement factory
once stood. Opposing side, a 
demolished Texaco. From the passengers 
seat, gazing at piles, tools catch my eye.
Staring, pondering what might happen
if those ladders could touch the sky, 
and those drills penetrate clouds 
like sharpened blades. Would droplets
of broken humanity pour down, or would
showers of relief christen a renewed 
pavement?