Bright yellow backhoe works hard all day long
and shuts down, exhausted, at night.
Lamppost leans over her, protective and calm,
he worries, but can’t do too much.
There are weeds in the lot, but the sunsets are nice,
in the heat of the hot summer night.
And bright yellow backhoe, and lamppost, and me,
love each other, and never quite touch.