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by Clyde Borg
CHELSEA TRUCKS
They never
stalled,
Relentlessly they
roared,
Blaring on
repetitively
Early and late,
Infringing on
motion
In the day
And sleep
In the evening.
Their rumble and
bellow
Were sounds of
labor,
Of men working and
Providing for
family,
A necessary and
Productive
intrusion
On the
sensibilities
Of all.