The tradies work their machines
and talk in tradie accents
about life
as they upend the garden
and turn it to dust
Someone new has moved in next door
promising change
I’m sceptical
The tradies know they have to sell the vision
“Wait till you see all the colours
It’ll be amazing”
They have faith in themselves
and the resilience of beauty
Meanwhile down the road
the world offers the sun
an explosion of pink