An orange and white sawhorse blocks
my sidewalk. Annoying enough, but now
it gives orders, too.
"Cretin Avenue ped detour turn right."
sidewalks torn up, carted away,
dirt topped with gravel, smoothed,
covered in concrete again.
"Cretin Avenue ped detour turn left."
I ignore orders, walk
One morning, the mechanical voice changes,
speaks with a Boston accent:
"It’s a pedestrian detour, Georgie.
Everybody turn right heah!"
I stop, wave at it,
listen as it repeats,
go on with a smile.
Soon sidewalk subversion claims another corner.
A woman's voice proclaims
"Peace on earth! Turn right!"
And then another:
"Burning bright day! Turn left!"
In a few days, Boston changes his message:
"It's a pedestrian detour.
all hard working American taxpayers turn right!"
The streets belong to the people.