Federal Standards

They are raising Route 7 to federal standards
The north bound lane
Now level with the passenger window of our sedan

They are shearing off the tops of hills
For better sight lines
Removing 176,000 cubic yards of dirt

It’s the job of one man to find a place to put it all
Dump trucks pass our home every five minutes

On weekends the children and I prowl
Among dormant yellow Goliaths

As children explore
I try to remember what was

But my mind has already begun to rewrite history