Big Dig: Pure poetry
The Luck Brothers have just signed off.
Barre’s Big Dig is only a memory.
Main Street is reopened, restored,
returned to pedestrians and traffic,
and Youth Triumphant smiles again.
July of 2012: Main Street a war zone,
muddy ditch, forbidding trench,
deserted storefronts on either side,
sidewalks fenced for safety,
stumps instead of trees. A scene
to stir up long-forgotten memories
of childhood sandbox play.
Could I play in that sandbox with the Luck Brothers
to build a better Barre?
In the shadow of Youth Triumphant,
I heard the monument speak to me.
“What are you doing here
with that shovel in your hand?
You think you’re going to play sandbox
with hard hats and Yellow Cats?”
“No sir,” I said. “I just hoped
with any Luck, to play a part
in Barre’s long-awaited renaissance.”
Friend, I’ve been kneeling here for years,
praying for this day.
Of trenches I have seen enough,
of peace and progress, far too little.
Go, sit in the granite easy chair
in Studio Place Arts’ sculpture park.
Show the Luck Brothers you can
supervise the burial of water mains,
restore sidewalks, reconfigure
crosswalks and repave intersections.
See that Vermont maples get planted
to beautify the longitudinal dimension.
Once again let Barre be a place
where neighbors greet each other
on business downtown,
others sit in the shade in City Park
and say, “Hi, so happy to see you here.”
I thanked the “naked guy”
for his encouragement
and resolved to finish the job
he started so many years ago.
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